Where Does A Lonely Soul Go?


Where Does A Lonely Soul Go?

Where does on take a lonely soul? Where does one find solace among this heavy haze?

A thickness where the sea compares as air. An open road, cumbersome feet, melancholy lines, dividing happiness from the mind.

An overcast of romantic hope. But quickly dwindled in the mist of a downcast. Shadowing the heart in gloom. An oppressive misery wraps its damp arms around the chest. Suffocating the rhythm that once beat with ferocious courage. But now beats seldomly, with intent only to keep breath leaving the the lungs.

Beasts form in the clouded view, eyes of raging flames. Standing in the height of mountains. Over baring, thoughts shriek, screaming in the emptiness that has carved its home inside. Still, silent, watching as the monsters approach. Strangely feeling a release, a comfort, the willingness to leave it all behind. Become consumed by what is unconsciously derived from depraved suffering.

Leading chaos to the garden, smelting all the roses, burning all the trees. Become barren in the hopes of another. Scattering wings of angels as voices yell to be abandoned. Listening only to the shriveled lips of the forsaken. Bitter in consequence, esteem depleted, seeing no beauty.

Echoed in the out reaches of the fog. A single light, but too far, never within reach. Come home says the tunes in the far distance. But ears have found home in the bleeding, in the rotted stems of severed veins. Needle and thread have found the canals of the ears, the throat found the scorching of sands.

A sunken heart to the oceans of the isolated, the lonesome, the overwhelmed. Emotion has no ending here. An imperialistic dictation of tones adheres to the flesh in these forgotten lands. A torment of demons huddled around each finger. Nibbling to the woes that drip in callus anguish.

Where,
 Does one take a lonely soul?
-----
Thank you for reading, I hope you found something from this. We all suffer from some sort of pain. My way to fight back is to write about it, what is your way to fight back?

 If you enjoyed this you will definitely enjoy this, A Man's Traveled Heart
Also like me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter 
Location: Everett, WA, USA

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Summer Bird's Winter Perch

Image
A Summer Bird's Winter Perch   I watch this lonely bird chirp upon a slopping branch. Its feet wrapped firmly around the thin finger of bark. As I watch, I commiserate its position. Sitting there, alone, singing with no others to listen. Speaking I assume, to itself.   Maybe contemplating its unfortunate circumstance. For the rest had already left for the winter. If I am not mistaken it was only a few days ago that I watched a flurry of birds dart by. Their wings flapping against the brisk wind collectively. Not a single one appeared worried of their journey.   Their shadows crawled quickly across the empty streets during a fall evening. I watched them pass by like a feather floating down stream. I couldn't help but wonder, how long must they fly? What winds must they fight, what elements must they battle against? All must be against them as is every moment in time is against us all?   Yet they fly forth to the heat of earth. Dependent upon their survival but, what
Read more
Image
  Step Out! Out, Out from the gloom, The obscure breath of doubt Take stone, break thy yoke, Let trouble fall, let shoulders be lifted, Flow, to the heavens Be but strain no more, Open wide, thy mouth, Let prayer fill thy tongue Be parched no more. Stillness in heart  Though seas roar like lions, And beast snarl among mist, Step,  Out! To mercy of life, Ease, be reborn. Let no shackle of past Be meaning for tear Take hammer,  Fracture the cumbersome Be feet of swift Fill your days with strides, Though dunes widen And heat scorches thy soles. Out, Step out from thy fear, There is another to call To breach, To reach your heart  Though thee be of man, Let not thy eyes of flesh Be the dealings of truth, Wander, In aspect to be whole Be not the coward hidden in cave, A creature curled  Like frightened doe, For he walks beside thee, Like king among his men, A sword of greatness Sways from his belt, Ready, To swing against thy enemies, A presence more bold  Than all the stars of a pitch sky.
Read more