I find sanctuary in the arms of my
Sorrow
I sit, weeping
Arms covering scars
Wrapped around my body
Her lips
Cherry blossoms,
Eyes passion that I long to kiss
I do my best to read her
Savor every word
Like sweet nectar her letters bring
Satisfaction
The taxation of my soul is final
No longer prideful, insightful,
Delightful,
Now nothing more then a shadow
Lost, to the morning dawn
As the sun rises to etch away my
Being
My sole regret,
Is you
