Wheel Turns

The wheel turns
He has risen from the grave
of my memory
From the ashes of my burned out heart
back from the rubble of my shattered psyche.

In the flesh
and the blood.
His words searing across my consciousness
Rip right through me.

But I renounce.
I defy you.
I do not follow.
I will not fall into.
You. Again.

Pompeii is my past now.
Frozen in time.
And You along with it.
I refuse to disturb the ruins.

I make of Your words an echo,
impotent wailing
against the cages of my mind.
You have no power over me.
Nevermore.