Neaera

The tree grows sturdy
The rock withstands the raging floods
Fate wields the axe
Turns the tide that will one day
Cause the stone to break
Inside this painful dissonance
I command myself to dark oblivion
Petrified and crippled
My safe harbour lies in ruins
A life never to be lived
Joy never to be felt
Laughter never to be heard again
Never to be healed again
Estranged and marked by loss
I lash out at the unreachable
Disposable creature
Denying the uncomfortable
Your soul will never cease to pulse inside me