The shame that haunts

The turmoils of night and day,
The mistakes that arose,
A celestial voice bade me let you go,
Voices of confused innards,
The pacing of floors at midnight,
Yearning for what was out there
Out beyond myself.
A short respite came,
But still did you need to fly from me,
My poesy misapplied,
My incapable self.
Fly away.
Fly to your love.
Do not think of me,
Only pray for my spirit.