Lamentations
On a ledge and in trace of paths to incandescent tunnels away from illusive digression.
Voices fade overhead into narrowing echo of screams amid mild depression.
I drown in the shadows to escape the mean pressure from society and peers combined.
A Judgement of guilt and inequity, that doesn’t seldom need to be redefined.
Provocative words full of rage and furry frequent as it flows meandering its way into my pale ochre imaginations.
Like the drizzle of a brusque morning serene abrupt with no opposing confrontations.
My body sway from side to side as I walk on, perhaps my heavy heart weighs me down .
Hollow with no ideas and aims to pin down failure’s momentum building up beneath my feet.
Love keeps me going as I crawl in the shadows leaving behind dreams I can never fulfill.
Out of the cave and the world opens to a pool of light so sublime invading the dark all around.
I hope my ascending calls for divine inspiration brews love for in it I believe.
For I climb the sable stairs to recuperate under burgundy solar flares where my ambitions succeed.
So give me a rope, so I can ascend a bit further to see what lies beyond the Rhine .
Guess it will be my chain of broken dreams rearranged in velvet swirls that entwine.
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