Incubus within

a lot is left behind unresolved

a lot is left behind that involved

love and passion that I revised

blindly endowed on someone in disguise.

my endearment was clear and pure

but purity he could not endure;

he crucified my affection

with evil’s reflection

and still kept me tied

he was an incubus under hide.

my esteem wrapped in bruises

still makes my heart loses

the fury waiting to be unleashed

but as if been beseeched

to hold the fumes that could enflame him

crush him, shatter him, condemn him

that could avenge and case an instance

with no common resemblance.

but then the ferocious wave is iced

or I say, it’s partially diced

when the one who loves me

embraces me and makes me see

high above the horizon

of the battle of distress that I have won.