None have power,
comfort right now.
As bramble in me
I now burn down.
I destruct a vessel,
I a heart removed;
now my cold bites
voices who soothe.
Rapture is but dirt,
I wipe away a love
that I once kindled
gentle as if a dove.
No words can save
or lead out of cave
the want of touch
taming all of pain.
Those with breath,
whom try to uplift
all an agony in me
I try see as if a gift.
My friends tell me
I’ll continue alive
to learn love again
so from deep I try.
Will my ashes they
see another queen
past an ugly aspect
in mirrors I’ve seen?
I will fortify towers,
set watch at a gate
so my heart won’t
again be set ablaze.
