Crucified

Sifting through the ashes, Searching for the letter you wrote so long ago
In silent rage, I turn to the sky, begging for help I was too foolish to ask for before
Beneath the wreckage of a time once known, foundations become as fickle as the tide
Washed away by the rain and the tears of angels, I lay where you used to be

Pushing aside dust and preconceived notions of what it means to be alive
I come to find your words aren’t as meaningful as I once believed so arduously
Wiping clean your picture, to see your face as clear as my eyes now perceive
I realize your eyes have changed, they are hollow, as your promises and my heart

A lifetime brought to its knees, Made to beg for forgiveness
Hearts beating, Pulses lying to its owner, Telling stories of a time once cherished
You were the foundation beneath the wood and nails, On a hill to be seen by all
You took apart our home, To be crucified by your demons in view of swans and angels