Poem: Disembodied

Disembodied

Crafted by Biz Gainey

To love that which is loss of worth

Descent in pain;

Wanton birth.

Warped to fit both large and small;

Dis-heartened.

Without hope;

None and all.

Such has the stained touch print of man.

This breech of hand and heart replete

These twain once part in fatal retreat.

This thread now frayed

all boundaries flee;

Brings to aim a frightful plea.

To love that which is loss of worth

Awash in a mist;

Barren self defeat.

Razed to dust,

Blown lone a green sea.

Love’s lost worth?

Its center;

Me!