Walk
by Jonas Hyde

The anguish swells within,
wanting,
needing a release,
I shall ne’er receive.

In solitude I find peace,
in silence I find solace,
but with your voice,
the very resonance of your breath,
my soul is poisoned.

What words must I speak,
what pleas must I beg ‘pon the shattered fragments of our past,
to make you understand?

Our love is cursed by your sin,
and no matter how I heal,
the thorns of our garden wound me e’ermore.

My happiness is not tied to the tide,
nor the phases of the moon,
but instead by each step you take away from me.

Walk,
let the wind blow at your back,
let the sun guide your path,
all I ask,
is for you to let me free,
let me be.