Tears as a fist grabs a soul from a sanctum.
Entrails and blood left pointing to a culprit
Who gloats in the glow of this coveted prize
Oblivious, ambivalent, unwilling
To release it to familiar constraints.

It grasps at solace and holds fast its own hope
It’s own home, it’s old past, rejecting its new
Entrapments. It is not yours, It, hurts to share.
Like a domineering parent my offspring,
My issues, I crave to feel their false comfort.

It is very unkind to deprave a man
Of the complaints he has laboured to maintain.
Suffering the suffered to come unto you.
You are an aggressor in the guise of a
Healer. Fixing with care but not permission.

Written by RauCous