Prisoner of War

I would wait if told.

I would stay if asked.

I would cry if pleaded.

I would repent if found guilty.

I just stayed there.

Standing straight ramrod as the cold winds

Washed me away in silly ignorance.

No one turned around to see. Once.

My eyes froze from the view.

My sticky fingers numbing the turmoil inside.

I tried to receive as much light as I could. 

But of no avail.

Your gown in grey caressed the flimsy air,

As you walked with a halo far beyond you.

Assuming an ego only I could see,

You taunted me. To hate you.

Pushed against an edge, unfathomable.

A new fear overcoming me with glee.

I try to flee my detractors in a moment’s ambush.

Only to tie myself down tighter.

Your eyes brim with a fire I’ve never seen before.

Ready to consume in an engulfing inferno.

Rising against ashes of gluttony,

You shiver at my demise. With satisfaction.

Contorted beyond recognition.

You left me a derelict.

I pass streets filled with misery.

Chalking up a past of inconsequence.

I would have embraced if asked.

I would have smiled if spoken to.

I would have dug deep if told to.

But bow I would never before you.