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