waves of want
cripple
gripping each cortex
as distance
sweetens
the sting of sorrow
and I am thrown
helplessly cast
into a past
that even I have never known
nostalgia displaced
drapes
a tender tapestry
over false persuasions
shackled to your self-utility
ignoring
constructed omissions
obstructing
natural transition
until I am stripped
devoid
of any and all volition
I am merely
present tense
a drain sewage repository
for your current success
justified
in assigning blame
on the life you made
taking my place
among the victims
and casualties
of your reverse alchemy
stunting my future
for a past
even I have never known
