Lament

A world turning

in opposite direction

bells toll of my lament

skies not blue

Rain on the path

I wander

empty and alone

never looking up

Mo not sad - just hollow

each breath gone

expelling life from myself

closer to ash

Speak to me of beauty

- Maneuver with grace

Enter my thoughts with light

- Maneuver with grace

Waking from nightmares

a life of repeat

we continue on

straight to the end

And all I need

- is what I need

- to breath of my Soul