It All Wanes Poem by Loukas Liakos

I burn,
the necessity of your shame
slits my throat
and every word,
comes out broken
it's bad
your time of sacrifice
and your blood
wasted it runs
upon my cheek
I yield,
just one dropp of it
to seek,
your pride
just to give in
but it's there,
your shame like I said
so it all wanes
and I fail
over and over
I don't,
know for sure
what I've missed through
this all,
I first thought
your magic leaves like a ghost,
scraping on
a moonlit sky
and ever since then
nothing has changed my mind.