Presence in Absence

Like the filthy dirt

Removed from your roots,

I will expose you when I'm gone.

When light is absent,

there are no shadows to be cast

By the objects you deemed, pawn.

So, in the dark, you'll remain,

Perhaps comforted by pieces,

Brushing and bumping by.

Only to discover, they're all just

An extension of you;

Reminders of what you hide.

With each flood

You attempted to

Hold me in place.

Because erosion meant

Freedom from you;

Beholding a different fate.