Absence

Starving fingertips fuel an empty heart.
Once perfumed clothes now left ordinary.
Dusty tickets and saved messages.
That which my eyes don't see in the light,
my mind won't let me forget in the dark.

Competition displays character.
Ethic driven by desire.
Sweat and scars lead to knowledge.
Experience is the true educator.
Circumstances eventually create a martyr.

Left to question myself,
I look into the mirror.
Good intentions leaving me nowhere,
my mind becomes infected with doubt.
Words lose their meaning,
as war is waged with my conscience.

The relations lost leave a void
where happiness should be.
Integrity will keep me honest,
Trust will give me the courage
to start again without prejudice.