Dark Dreams

Wounded

Fingers bloodied

Picking

Scraping

Digging at the hole

Where my heart once was

Until you came

With words fresh

Manipulating

Turning my face

My desires from one truth

To a lie built

Upon ever shifting banks of sand.

Clouds scuttle

Chasing motes of sunlight

i lift my eyes

Seeking

Searching

Blue

Alabaster

Where did you go?

Did I turn you away?

Did you run from me?

Groomed.

Pleased.

Beaten.

Broken.

All because

I believed in you.

©June 13/22

Picture is mine