Alone

Words drip from the lips of both logic and lies. Trails of confusion and muttled ideas tickle a fancy of fantasy. For only moments, sorrow and angst roll down a muddy river into a deep pit of tar. And for those sweet simple moments the darkest of night is illuminated by many moons which feed the stars. The light gives hope, but like everything else, light fades and soon the darkness blankets the soul.

The sun seems a hazy memory. A heart burns with envy and ice from the coldest of mountain tops. Soon hope seems lost and faith is as the sun, fading with the swiftness of the wind over rushing waters. Suddenly a once hot and beating heart becomes a cold and rusty stone. Thick and heavy. No longer a protective shell, but a solid mass of sand and all the elements of defeat.

A once soft and loving soul now sits under water drowning and hidden from the light, the warmth an the love that has left it tortured. Alone. Because in the end, that is all we are.