The absence of your aspiration   finds my blighted situation   bleeding, grieving,   self-reproaching.       Through   narrow bars, a hand outreaching.    A brilliant flame at the witching   hour.       A familiar name, wooden   visage, cadaverous gaze.    Abandoned guttersnipe?      Expose the   vile, exhume the passed, an   unmeditated affidavit.      This is   your call, will you bring me   along? Turning your back to the   fear in my eye, we're going   nowhere.         One heartfelt   conversation brought me liberation   and release from bleeding,   grieving, self-reproaching.       Bemusing cage, a lock now broken.