Always.

Agony unleashed and lashed out

Leaving no markings, no welts

The body wracked by turmoil

Began to cave in and implode

You came, you always do

In some shape, form or manner

Washed out and cleansed

Taking away the needless

Leaving behind comfort and peace

And a certitude most quiet

You always hover around 

In the dust, the air, the people

Waiting for the space- to step in.