passing panacea

  With a sadness that seem to have my thoughts overwhelmed.

A distance in mind or between my heart, I cannot seem to tell.

  Or is this in truth even a sadness at all?

But a joyfulness absolute with misery enthralled? 

  Take my hand and I'll lead away.

How could we have foreseen the turmoil? 

That holding my hand would hold such disarray. 

Only the most faithful endeavors endure to spoil.

  Knock down, drag out of reward and risk.

The spores took hold once held hands closed as fists.

My companionship was all I had worth offering. 

Unworthy as my heart for a sacrificial slaughtering. 

  And yet here we stand amidst this time.

Having crossed the lines of mutual respect, rejection sublime.

Each one a thin strip of skin peeled with meticulous purpose.

Until I am turned cold, completely exposed meat, worthless. 

  The curses of perpetually wounded while self aware.

I never wished you any harm, but was the intention really there?

If time should heal all wounds, the rind of my flesh ought be mended.

But with enough time and growth, healed means turned fermented.