The lonely road

Imprints in the ashes, barefoot I walk this road, cut deep in my shoulders, as it try to bear this load, prayed for a cool breeze, then what I got was snow, asked for warmer days, and found desert sand below,

This road is unforgiving, it will make you not forget, every blister a cruel memory, every cut a deep regret, the more you try to fight it, with more resistance you’re met,

With every lonely step I take, more blood runs down my back, lashes from the ones I love, they won’t cut me some slack, I stop, I pause, I turn around, this road is just too rough, I drop this weight off from my back, I feel I’ve had enough…

Photo by Lydia

Solace in Solitude

Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,

Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,

I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,

A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…

The Broken man

Quiet Friday afternoon, the sun will sure be setting soon, ground floor of a cheap motel, an empty man that’s just a shell

Car broke down, it’s somewhere stuck, a broken man down on his luck, all his life a punching bag, discarded like a torn up rag

Trying just to numb the pain, a loaded needle to a vein, he knows it’s not the way to deal, he just can’t cope with how he feels

Turns off the lights and goes to bed, demons dancing through his head, eyes shut he begins to pray, tomorrow brings a better day

Photo by JESSICA TICOZZELLI

Your game

You say that you love me, tell me why don’t I feel it, your actions paint a different picture, you try to conceal it

As long as the world sees such a happy pair, why would the world think I’m living in despair

Living in isolation, a cage crafted by me or you, are you the only one to blame, or am I responsible too

Looking back on every day, the things I have allowed, I danced to every tune you played, I tried to make you proud

So maybe it’s my fault aswell for playing your cruel game, but should I leave and not return, you’ll be the one to blame

Photo by RODNAE Productions

The Search…

I have spent countless nights beneath the stars, surrounded by woods and the company of wildlings, lifetimes in icy tundras, a chilling loneliness the frost brings

Scorching days of desert heat, blistering signs of near defeat, the crashing waves of ocean storms, homeless nights out on the street

I have set foot on paths uncovered, where no man has stepped before, layed my head on beds of flowers, where no heads have layed for sure

I have seen wonders of the modern world and Marvels of the past, but a beauty such as my lost love, has yet to be surpassed…

I can not be…

I can not be the only lonely soul drifting through existence, a face in the crowd with my head in the clouds, the persistence of distance consistent

I can not be the most hollow of hearts on a path traveled by so many, we walk side by side yet held hostage by pride, show contempt so contently I resent thee

I can not be the most morbid of minds in a world so full of sorrows, haunted by your death as you took your last breath, for tomorrows not promised just borrowed