It had to be this way.
Painful and offensive.
There is no shelter for me.
You can't destroy my wracked soul, a corpse of a hapless history.
I have crossed that bloody route many times.
The recent war was inhuman, cruel and dark.
It slew all breathers, all the poetry books, and all the new beliefs.
Stains of brutality colored the surface.
I begged you to stay, to sew my wounded soul.
Together we could succeed.
But, you wanted to jump in that hollow space.
Darling, darling, you're desired in my new journey.
A cycle of resurrection there, we don't need a gift, we are capable of a new reincarnation.
A birth of love.