What price would there

Be upon my love

For thee in this

Space where could

Be imagination

For things to come

Why is it that my

Soul is held hostage

To what has begun

To be formed in the

Imagination of the

Minds deepest dreams

What cost is there

To pay for one’s

Desires of the heart

And passion of being

Captive to another

For an eternity

Cast aside to drift

In a sea of unwelcoming

Storms of contempt

And misery

Despised by all that see

The floating carcass

Of what could have

Been

Lost in the blink of a

Storms eye

Bringing nothing more than

Destruction to those

Ships passing by your

Harbour of deceit and

Captivity what price

There be for a life

Without me