Strength, After

After my strength
A grudge a crumb

A vampire's tooth

A foot in forgotten sands

Broken trustful ties

Just  fingertips brush

Am too strong for grief

too arrogant for pain

tenacious for revenge

 dreams too busy

to eke shaky bonds

I roll up a leftover

sentiment

In a satchel

sink into depth less seas

Feel freedom's wind

On determined skin

I moil with none

My strife more supreme

None, Nothing

 worth my struggle.