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