What it's like to Wander

Echoes

Satin skin, swollen and bruised.
Stains on my cheeks
From raindrops my eyes
Learned early how to create.

They cursed my skies,
Damned my foundations and
Made me afraid of earthquakes
They could produce at a whim.
“It’s all out of love,”
They echo.

If it’s all out of love,
Why do I cry out?

Should I not damn your foundations,
curse the skies you built,
fear the bars you’ve put around me?
What am I to do when you leave?
You’ve ruined me,
Instilled fear in my heart
And in my hands,
How am I to love
When all I know is pain?
What’s left for me if all
You care about is yourself?
It’s not fair,
“Life’s not fair,”
They echo.