"Exodus"

Take this
Token from my hand,
Leave this arid land,
And walk into the distance.
You're holding on
To all I've got to give,
Break my will to live,
And I will barely grimace.

Gently toss me away.
Escape my tired eyesight.
For in that grievous limelight
You're subject to inspection
By a reject of remission,
Who'll inject this infection,
And expect your submission,
Unless you run away,
Unless you hide today,
Unless you run from me,
Unless you hide and flee,
You'll catch this cursed leprosy,
Trapped in my arms for all to see.

My crime
Was to seek your hand,
To trek across this land
And cleanse myself of this stain.
But this time
You vanished in an instant,
Winds scatter your footprints
But my memories remain.