Take Flight

I wilt in the white heat of your disdain.
Soul, deep fried and shrivelled by the cruellest dismissal,
but worthless dross against your parchment heart.
I weep hour upon hour at your dry eyed stoniness,
torrents that sear and sting
until I cry no more water, only sand.

Forsaken to fester in the circling of buzzards,
they close in on the kill with their kindness,
rank breath a steaming mix of compassion and sure decay.
Public scrutiny of my agony - your ultimate insult to my injury.
So I drift, a desert island of death in a sea of life abundant,
The Uncherished, left to perish with no vision for rescue.

I keen again and again towards the openness of the blue above.
Even now too afraid to snap the heartstrings which bind us,
too cowardly to contemplate a solitude free from your indifference,
I remain earthbound, not by chains but by hopelessness.

You murderer.
You clipped my wings at the infancy of my allure,
just at the tips, so I could never find balance.
Tasting love in the same mouthful as your desertion,
I cannot flap and flee the snare of your deafening silence,
the ambush of your brutal disregard for all my flightful fancies.

You have cursed my eagle dreams of lofty climes,
of rising from the mist borne on trusted thermals,
to breathe in stars and outrun hailstorms,
to don each rainbow hue with winged abandon.

Grounded fledgling scarred by my Icarean plunge,
I am dashed from my heavenly reverie
and would never now know what it is to take flight.