I Cried For You

When you cried for me, heart Fallen on calloused knees as I supplicated Blood thrumming in my ears yet running cold to my finger tips Face distorted, eyes tightly shut but in my mind's eye images projected in vivid details of learned self deprecation Crumpled over I surrender to my bloody fate My insides turned to ash I'm all but hollow, weightless and adrift my essence as it bleeds out I let go to the numbness. . . When I cried for you, heart A collage of said colourfast images washed lacklustre by a calculated manipulation Resignation and surrender hung on a pair of windows barely translucent they give a glimpse of space as vacant as their dwelling Oh, I cried for you my heart but my hands were tied fast twines wound tight biting and marking my skin limbs paralysed by a fear of self liberation So still I lay, lay in this bed of thorns naturally piercing and commissioned for my benefit Then, you cried for me, heart The thrumming quieted I heard your rhythmic injection continuing to give me life Warmth gradually seeped into my being hollowness filled with a gushing stream of hope Release me captor of my soul! Here I stand the sun is yet to set as I look up, sigh, My strength regaining I limp, then walk never to return. . .