Brownian Emotion

This trial of breadcrumbs you lay out for me,
Ingurgitated subsistence for an emaciated heart.

Cryptic riddles inscribed via hermeneutic texts,
Enigmatic artefacts of your buried desires.

You ebb ever closer whilst remaining stratospherically out of touch.

With reverence beyond reason in the face of your many treasons
I extol your praises obsequious and undeterred,
Watching your blind indifference to my exaltations
I consecrate each meagre morsel thrown down from your altar
Knowing full well that every drop of blood is my own,
As the crow pecks away this mortal flesh
Till all that’s left is my excoriated bones.

For even a bird cannot live on your breadcrumbs alone.