War

I cannot be seen
nothing new
blinded
and clear of beauty

I am not sorry
to take
my leave of you
cold absence

Drought rivers
carved in stone
down my cheeks
barren

Burned
I am truly done
giving rites
and passages

I am leaving
vacant to the lost
rejoined to the
cult of the unloving

My eyes are torn
soul a cinder
blood dusted
a husk cast aside

You weren't sorry
not even for a second
naked in the heat
laughing at my heart