Constrained

You may have left
but never gone – it seems
much more than less
the case; in scary ways
your prescience still
lingers strong

It has repaid an
onus earned through
suffering – a presence
best explained in
terms of agonies
suppressed

I cannot find a way
to easing angst lest
matters thus disgrace
and dare not use a brush
to flense away the
precious dust

Some solace sings
as suffering adjusts
a captive view – I know
I’m meant to be
constrained by
memories of you
© 18 February 2010, I. D. Carswell