Your haunting face
dances through my memory,
and I shudder at the warmth in your hazel eyes.
Defiled and rejected,
your image slowly fades
Love dares not enter the battlefield
of my mind, of lurking insecurities
where trust is bruised.
"Perfect love casteth out all fear"
but this love
has surrendered
and been perfectly cast out by fear,
by crushed hopes
where dreams are put to sleep.
I'm a prisoner in my mind.