CASTING VOTE

The bearing
Ink dried
Wrapped a firm
Hold on me
Without a name
Or, any form
To call thee
My own

A sigh, left
A trail, beyond;
Blind of eyes
And mere bones
To carry
An untold story
Never to resurrect
Into my marrow, lone!

Whom I called thee
My own, has
Counted my bones and
Sheared my flesh.
Was that,not
Agony,
Casting my Vote!