My body is a temple.
Temples are sacred, they all say.
But I destroy it.
But I miss it so.
I yearn for it so.
To paint it red is my night’s dream.
My thought’s most important.
But promises are to be kept.
I’ve gone to the point of no return.
There are signs that point north.
Invisible the ones south.
Doomed to be lost traveling
Forward to the unknown darkness.
The thorns and thistles to walk through
Pierce my being.