Today, I have grown a heart of stone
I look not again upon the stars
Nor delve into the craters of my scars
Deep hurt already rings inside of me in an abysmal tone
I have questions. Curse them anyway
Never do I get straight answers
Nor am I ever pointed towards the right way
I foot all alone in my misery, night and day
I rove like an outcast upon the dead zones
With pain as the rack in my bones
Happiness and bliss – whatever; only a dream
And as I wander and look into the beyond gleam
With Fruitlessness as the sunrise
And disappointment as the sunset,
I appear only a vessel of unattained dreams
Where are my cries? I cannot hear them
Where are my tears? I cannot feel them
Drought seasons are upon my eyes
The rivers of tears have all dried out
Suppressed emotions; I have known only hurt
Sung constantly as lullaby into my ears.
Today, I have grown a heart of stone
As pain rack through my bones
I have nowhere else to look,
Harmony and relief I cannot book
They are nothing but a dream
Endless agony is the reflection I see in the stream.
Comments
WG
I liked this story of torment, not able to even see the beauty in the sunset.
I hope this desolate person is but imagination, if not then you are looking in the wrong place for yourself, Yours Ian.T
hello Ian T.
thanks for taking the time to read this piece and I appreciate your comment.
the desolate character is imaginary for sure. There is so much beauty in
the rising and setting of the sun for one to ignore.