Penance

What is yours and what is mine? What is that line you so carefully defined? Define the air that pumps in my veins.. That desperation of your warmth in the rain Rained and ruined that roof I built and cherished Cherish my restlessness… I’m left with no home Now has nowhere to go Go…Leave me be; I’m one of your own. Own the hurt you caused with your ignorance With your decision to leave me unheard Hear the hope hanging by the bare thread Thread the needle.. I am left with no air Air that you breath is same as mine? Air that you breath is me. Admit there is no need. Need to pursue you with a passion dark as night. Night is your colour. Colour that got under my skin Colour that became me. Colour that left a scar and witnessed what you did. Did you not see me getting cast aside? Did you not hear me gasping in pain? That pain is you. My separation from that pain is you. You demanded me from myself. You laughed at my attempt to hold on. On my dreams you wished to trade Trade softly. There is an yearning for you… Woe is you. Kneeling when I pray, that relief is you. I lost a war in a wager. That debt is you. What I saw as a reflection is you. I speak of me, I speak of you. You. What I am is YOU.