five

        Hands that once held me up,
               pushing me down.
      Arms that once held me close,
              now push me away.
    Lips that made me weak in the knees,
             now make me pray.
     Eyes once burned with such a fire,
      the fire now gone and it is dark.
     Voices once whispered my name,
all now look look at me with blame and hate.
            Why do you hate me so?
         Did i do something so wrong?
    To have taken your love from me?
           You five senses go to thee.