Fate's Prisoner

I can’t escape you in my dreams; instead I’m forced To live through this nightmare, my heart beaten sore. I beg Father Abraham for a drop of relief For, oh! How I am tormented in your flame– Haunted by your holy name. Ten years later, your lips are but inches from mine. In another timeline, I’m brave and you’re wise; In this one, I’m wishing it would burn down to the ground– The home and the memories we never built. Tortured by merciless guilt. Eating your tears as they drop, I long for respite And cradle the baby you never gave me. I drink from your Dead Sea, but my thirst deeper grows. Awaiting my turn, forever and a day; Only a lifetime away…