Ashes

What have I become?

You left neither with an adieu nor with
Traces and trail for me to seek or chase.
The rhymes in our psalms turned mute;
Consonance broken - swiftly dissolved in
June's winter breath.

Countless beads of chants and molten
Candles, I remained faithful and still;
Until verity, conveyed by November's
Spring scent reached me unready
Nor suspicious of any falsity.

Rage erupted furiously with steaming
Tears falling copiously; the heart scorched
To ashes and soul shattered into pieces.
Truth rolled like huge burning rocks,
Covering my tormented entirety.

Silence reigned with shriveled strength;
Numbness incapacitated the spirit.
I take aimless steps and soundless sighs;
Shallow and pointless, my breaths are
Mandatory - I am living yet lifeless.

Hope flickers away as a dying ember's
Final spark; the blaze of faith lost its
Crackling sound - now a distant star.
The morals have become facultative;
Exoneration a perquisite of the sanctified.

Now, from your cup I take sip of the forbidden
Wine; relishing the luscious taste of sin and desire.
A flaming dagger of remorse rips the skin and
Flesh, consuming all that is left; I endured my
Combustion, to comprehend your own.

What have I become?

©danabelle 10.27.12