Rosary and the Moon
As free as you appear to be, you are still confined. Though my vision is in a fainting process, I can still woefully see your shackles. Sea of liberty, I have always thought of you in an ennobling light. How deceptive you are- you, who bears no sole identity. Willfully you broke the promise, and for that, I could no longer trust your embracive waves. Ominous yet silent, you were my betraying dagger.
My darling lune, I sacrificed my sight only for you to choose blindness. Your inconsistency makes me behold beauty in all your stages still, but ceases me from allowing your name to partake itself in my solemnities.
Illuminating Waxing Gibbous
Blackest shadow taken away
A witness bearing sight
Gouging eyes, I see
A rough, white space takes place
Dim, unpleasant
Strands could not extend
Could not reach to the ascended sphere
Stolen rosary, indictment ready
Years and years
Decades fearing
I could not pray
Disconnected
Beads grew smaller and gaunt
Until they separated
There is no more power
Not over me
Dearest Rosary,
The neck that wrapped you around seems to not understand your worth.
Heretic!
Burn the witch!
No baptism can save you now
Blood holy water
Marks the skin that sought it
As you have
I wish you could find your way back to me, but home is no longer yours. It seems that the wandering streets cannot even welcome the sealing of your void. There is no occupying place left for you in the world. I know not if my hand should have clutched you harder or whether your vehement moment of escape was a revelation I should’ve prophesized.
This eternal partition shalt never see the light again.
