Solitude.

Shadows descend, blocking my view of the mystical eve
No more sun to warm my sad expressions,
No more moons to gladden my heart
Just a soft sweet cry of the mockingbird blue
And a silent wail of the ever-fading horizon
Taking my dreams and hopes into a void all it's own.

I cannot cry
I have no tears left.
I cannot sigh
My spirit is gone.

There are only questions without answers
Words that bring only silent response
Feelings that lead to deep disappointments
Rage that ends in quiet reflections

So much to offer
So little faith
So many dreams
Lost forever
And buried within the sands of time.

When I think of all that could have been
But never was,
When I think of all I could have seen and done
But never did,
When I think of the days wasted under the shinning sun
Nights destroyed under the pale light of the crescent moon
Then and only then, do I find the courage within myself to question
why?

And although I question
I fear the answer
Driven by a need I do not yet understand
By a desire long forgotten
And memories that slipped quietly out of my hands

Can you tell me how to end this pain
Which is tearing up my deepest soul?
Driving me back into the dark from which I came?

Or am I as one condemned to wander from
shadow to shadow,
torment to torment,
despair to despair,
Losing myself in the process and that which keeps me sane?