The Commentator's Despair

Reflection in her tears
I can still feel that sigh
of relief
Confided in me
I feel safe in your arms
The picture in her mind
With the reinented fear that had long since settled
Deep in her inside
I wish I knew
Your feelings
I cannot catch the depth
I can merely scratch the surface
Are your dreams sweet?
Filled with all those precious memories
Of the spirit you've destroyed
Contracted, is a most horrifying infection
That's robbed security and destroyed trust.
My ear burns true.
I am forever changed
The sun is black
and I am ashamed
Like her, this will never leave me
Oh precious memories.