Transmuted into gold through love
Bound deep but forever apart
Our loneliness echoes in each other’s soul
Yet we never speak, and angels weep
Doubt dominates belief
Self against self
Shadow obscuring positive intention
And all paths become blocked
by the one who says ‘Can’t’
while the other fights, ‘Can!’
But the fight, soon lost, leaves only inaction
a decision feared, never made, absconded
Can I? No.
Should I? No.
You cannot win, see, you’re nobody, no one;
who do you think you are?
No one . . .
But we engage in conversation
I let doubt seep in
Friendly, I offer kindness
And doubt dissipates
Which we chose to believe
Never meant to deceive
We fill ourselves with promises that could never be achieved
Our true love an empty love
There’s this problem
A cold desire to heal the shame
By cutting shallow, wishing deep
Waiting for the blood to seep