Friday, May 1, 2015

Cure for the itch

Beneath his veil I saw his demons
I held him close hoping to shield him
They gradually trickled past my defences
Leaving my timidities unearthed.
Vulnerable, we battled through
Petrified to watch the inevitable
For demons exposed the inescapable:
The congruence of our blemishes.
We failed given the novelty of the path
And gave up hope of salvage
Until the stars flickered in the dark one night
And showed us credence in bondage.
But the walls were failing, our bruises aching,
Leaving us bare and undraped,
We were inmates of our own demented souls
Yet were each other's cure.