Just above the pavement where my mind walks
Stretches a painful vista of devastating talks
My life’s loneliness, my heartache’s wrecks
Im followed by a shadow of ruins on my treks
I’m void of sounds of inner feelings my own
Only the stillness of my emotional catacomb
My footsteps toward reality fall dull and weak
Silenced on a deserted sidewalk bleached and bleak
A funeral procession of my inner inhibition smiles
Seemingly interminable, they stretch for miles
My unheard screams echo against a dead end wall
I have fallen; only to see the black and blue horizon call
I bleed as I get to my knees, trying to see the light
Only, in a sadden melancholy way, am shuttered in tight
Life’s constant haunting in constant pursuits heat
Climbing the darkness, its task is to cover my retreat
Still running, as-if incapable of fatigue from labour
As i am perceived as somewhat peculiarly viewed behavior
I, at last, discover that my soul is wasting away
The last bits of my life are finally exhausted, affray
I am relieved, i no longer have to guard my sanity’s grace
What’s left of me moves aimlessly though time and space
Nothings no longer needed for life to render its triumph about
No peace will ever be made with this infamous invader about
So as I sit in my solace of silence so loud in my head
I’m happy to miss the night and sleep all day instead
Painfully the day passes on, an epitaph in the diary of time
Reluctantly I find I’m at the end of my rhyme….
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