I've been abandoned
by all a mystery,
a life existing
within all of me;
a beauty no blue,
no cold by fire,
what shame indeed;
what tragic tale;
my lost of loss
before I fail;
too further even
to find its deal,
or free to wound
before it's healed;
maybe abandoned,
I did my love
upon its breaking
to wish what had;
what had my pasts,
what had my answers
foretold it's questions,
to leave unanswered;
leave me all then;
this sudden of chance
to leave all chances
of losing hands;
then, no forever
shall blind me seeking,
what's left be sought,
what's left my keeping.
