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