I Think of You - But I - 2

The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind, I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep and sealed in concrete. Even the locked safe with five feet deep of steel can not resist the lightning strike of the Goddess of Thunderstorms...I ...i think of you. A pain from yesteryears thought dead rises from the ashes... I think...No! No! I will fight this. Forget when I flew too close to the sun my feathered wings singed. I fight...I do...I try...I do...but I... i think of you... You, your fresh baked sugar cookie scent, your China Doll moonlight white complexion. I think of you...and I...I weep I on the mountain, exposed as vultures tear at my flesh. Devour my organs like so much fodder and everyday whole again... the creatures hover to start anew. In my sorrow, in my physical pain I attempt to resist...but I... i think of you. Iodine flows through my veins. My screams echo. My blood drenched tears flow like a mountain stream and i pray and i whisper the word "mercy" and still... still...I i think of you. March 16 2015 Armand