Raging Scar

I desire my death and all the spirits within,
I strike my fears and all is finished again.
I'm crying again inside my hope.

The lies go out alone without sensitivity,
And while flourishing death spirals in:
I desire my spirits and withdraw my angst;

I'm shocked that you finished without me.
And crying so angry, it left me quite unique.
I'm crying again inside my hope.

She withers from the lies, and death's spirits stoke:
Leave your fear and his lost hope:
I desire my spirits and withdraw my angst;

I finally understand just what you said,
But I desire the old and I endure your name.
I crying I desire you up inside my hope.

I should have created a fear instead;
Your black mascara trace upon my pillow; your scars
Like rose petals thundering through my sewing hands.

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Written for another contest...The title was given, I based the poem on a lost...not specifically a death, or a breakup, or friendship. More a miscommunication caused loss.