Roaming

Why must things always slip through the cracks,
fall to the ground and shatter ,
crashing into a thousand shards of lost hope,
and infinite agony?
Why am I so detached in this time and place?
Feeling lost,
left to wander a world I was never meant to be part of.
Drifting through these the years wishing each to be my last
yet my heart still beats on in agony.
Lost or forgotten dreams seem to haunt my mind,
as life holds me here against my will.
I wish to be free,
to be forever rid of this endless roaming.

Cold

Here at the end of summer

I watch the days draw in

The pale light so full of questions

That I cannot move on.

Three years of sinking slowly

I can’t take another day

I would give anything

To make it go away

There’s nothing worth believing anymore

There is no place I haven’t been before

The little things that matter pass away

And leave our garden fragrant with decay

It’s just empty space inside now.

Under the barren trees,

Your absence fills the silence

And your voice still haunts my dreams

I can’t find a sense of purpose

I can’t seem to get a hold

I can’t find my peace of mind

It leaves me feeling cold

©Dust

She Waits

Just A Number

For Robyn

Hello old friend.
It has been an eternity
it seems since I have heard anything from you.
I take it all has fallen to its end,
you have moved on with your life,
and left things behind.
I guess I can understand this.
We all need change,
we all evolve into something new.
Time rolls along on its never ending journey,
and things are buried in its wake.
New things are found,
as the old rots and fades away.
We grow and change into something that we must be,
someone who can face the world with open eyes each day,
and not have to pretend to those around us.
And as much as I know this is the way that things work,
it still hurts,
still leaves an empty hole where sunshine and laughter once lay.
Where the gentle words of a caring friend took away the grey clouds,
that overshadowed life.
Even if it was just a temporary break in a storm cast world,
it was welcomed, cherished.
And now it is missed.
I hope your life is treating you well.
I hope the choice you have made,
is the right one for you.
I also hope that you too, have that special person,
who can clear away your storms and bring you light.
I just hope they do not blow away,
like a dead leaf in an autumn wind.

Is This Realy Life ?

Cry Of A Heart

Abandoned heart of fire,

lost in days gone by,

cast aside, discarded,

has long since said goodbye.

Condemned to days of torment,

weighed down and torn apart,

irredeemable ruin now,

befalls this forlorn heart.

Sentenced to affliction,

bound forever to its pain

In solitary sorrow,

it lies forever now enchained.

Hope Lost

The shroud falls and all is revealed.
No longer hidden behind counterfeit reality,
Simulated truths, and assumed alliance.
Reality hits like a sharp blow to the chest.
Cutting off breath, crushing, cutting,
leaving nothing behind but the stark reality
of everything lost, gone astray, dead.