The Trek Of The Lost

Longing for intimacy to a desperate degree

Save me the excuses, formalities and pleasantries

I’m tired and I truthfully need better

Although I settle for writing night letters

My heart is pouring from the pitcher but there’s not a glass in sight to fill

Discolored stains and watermarks are all that are left from the spill

I hope to understand in memory’s time

If my memory doesn’t happen to unwind

Questions of sanity come from vanity

Can humanity save humanity

I’m losing myself between these lines

Just trying to make honesty rhyme

Feel my absence more than my presence

Fate is solely in my hands and heaven’s

The struggle is lovely, leaving lasting hues

Don’t worry about me, I’m just passing through