Passing Panacea

With a sadness that seems to have my thoughts overwhelmed.
A distance in mind or between my heart, I cannot seem to tell.
Is this in truth even a sadness at all?
But joyfulness absolute with misery enthralled?

Take my hand I'll lead away
How could we have foreseen the turmoil?
That holding my hand would hold such disarray.
Only the most fruitful endeavors endure to spoil.

Knock down, drag out of reward and risk
Spore took root once held hands close as fists
Companionship was all I had worth offering
Unworthy as my heart for a sacrificial slaughtering

And yet despite, here we stand amidst this time
Having crossed the lines 

of mutual respect, affection maligned.

Each one a thin strip of skin peeled with meticulous purpose
Until I am turned cold, meat completely exposed, worthless.
The curses of being perpetually wounded all the while self aware
I never wished you any harm, but was the intention really there?

If we should heal all wounds, the rind of my flesh be mended
But with enough time and growth, being healed is to have fermented....