Tears seem to empty me lately
As tremors are felt like distant drums
Loneliness has returned from it's sabbatical
and rips at my being like a vulture at a rotting corpse
the life drains from my soul

I remember seeing the dangers of my path
eliciting promises to avoid the pitfalls
yet, the promises were unmeant

Silence surrounds me, washes over me without notice
The comforts of love are hidden from me
behind the crenelated walls
of an instantly constructed fortress.

The walls, so tall so oppressive
all that is left is to walk away
carry these sorrows as they mix with memories
staining them with tears of regret
in pursuit of release
I'll stumble about blindly
without purpose.

04/24/2017

Posted on 04/24/2017
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