Abandonment

Hair Stands
Abrupt from
the skin
With the mere
mention of
your unwanted 
departure

PSTD
Feeds
the Thirst
of a dehydrated
sense
of Abandonment

The Grasp
of you is 
held tightly
As the fear
of not having
you  close
to me
is too much
to bare

Rejected at birth
Scours 
Deja vu 
At the time of 
death
A Passage
my dreams
haunt me with

A fortune teller's
Whispher
is the terror
I hold within

Will the memory
of me 
become
irrelevant 
to those
I love?
The thought
of it
is worse than
the experience
of spending
eternity
in the Brimstone 
of Hell
For that reality
means
my
existence
was vain.

Pebble stone
thrown
as a symbol
of discarding
feelings and emotions 

The broken feather
was unintentionally
battered
by the scorch
of bad decisions
made to replace
ones that
had already sealed fate

Just know my love
was 
real
Not an imaginary 
crusade
that implored me to 
seek you
from a far 
and distant
land

And
though
the War
called life
may have been
lost
I did manage
to become 
Victorious
within many
of its
battles
with one
of my bounties
being
the gift of
knowing
you