You arrived again last night.

You arrived again last night.

Void of emotion, void to feel,
You appeared before me with no appeal.

I asked you how it was, Life after life.
One glance, one crease of the mouth, elevated, neither sullen nor trite.

How much longer must you speak and hasten to me?
The hue of your golden mirage again engulfed my sea.

I despised your pain! I detested your condition!
You were stuck, contained, concealed! A heart imprisoned with inhibition.

And I begged for your mercy, pleaded for your freedom!
For the captor's injustice foretells the iron oven.

And I was useless, stone cold with mere eyes to see.
To watch you suffer, like a small pup chained from his mother-- I resented the will to be.

"If there is no peace for you, there can be no peace for me."

And I laid my head down slowly, tenderly into my bed.
Without bombs exploding or muscles atrophying or ruptures to my head.