In Passing

 

You fill me till I can take no more and with loving care.
Hungrily I've drawn this in and all you have prepared.
But my love we must part ways for I now must surely go.
At journeys end alone I'll be please do not follow.
Deep within I feel an urge I surrender to my need.
And grows with every step I take and builds with running speed.
Throw open wide a prison cell my sentence almost late.
Sealed from an outside world and exposed to know my fate.
Doomed to loose what once was mine a foul and bitter dish.
Depart from me is my silent prayer where silence is my wish.
At times like these exist a pain a hell we all conceal.
Still other moments not as harsh this we hope to feel.
In private rule atop our throne we forcefully command.
Cold chrome and porcelain fill our gaze in this tiled land.
In sweet relief I wipe away the dew upon my brow.
And wipe away a passing trace is what concerns me now.
A flushing sense fills the room down all matter goes.
Fears frost takes its icy grip as trouble overflows.
Then mercy shines upon my spirit where once did fear abound.
Swirls the last of my past in a tempest galling sound.
All around still haunting me lingers a passing wind.
A wicked specter dares to flee from the convenience of my prison.
Dreadfully how I search wide-eyed and as panic stricken.
Disguise discovered freedoms hope in scented perfumed thickened.
I depart washed clean at last I’m free of a most unholy place.
My emptiness hid well behind a smile that's drawn across my face.