A fallen tree

I spi'd thru the watery glasses 
Of your dim'd eyes, 
And all I saw was a torn soul 
That sought for solace.
I ask myself, where did you stumble?

I gaz'd at your torment'd frame
All I saw, was a soul drowning in shame,
That autonomous figure has shrunk
As a dying tree with it fallen leaves and barks. 
Who extinguish'd that fuming desire that drove you?

I'm still clinging on a perfect you in 'legant garments
That skin of yours that puff'd sweet aromatic scents,
With a commanding presence - your head held high
Had you had wings, you'd fly.
It puzzles me! how did you become such a filthy sot?

I observ'd you, defeat paint'd upon your face
A disjoint'd enigma who's no longer in one piece,
Your selfish ego blind'd and divorc'd you from love
And now, you're just a seclud'd dove.
Tell me! What ensu'd to the man of integrity - an icon?

Soar! Soar from the anguishing flames of hell
And break free from the clamps and that mental cell,
Be the icon I knew, once more
Soar! Be a lion and roar.