Drifting in slowly, the early morning fog of
love’s heat colliding softly with the chill of emptiness.
The total being wrapped within a deep damp mist.
Thoughts just drunken derelicts bumping
together in the haze, adding nothing but confusion.
Mental compass points obscured.
Loneliness the soul mate now.
The stillness finally shattered by the
silent scream for help that only God can hear.
Comments
Very nice...
descriptive writing. This feels somewhat like Haiku. Very somber. ~ Geezer