Lost Identity

Rise from my bed, I today as ever;
Warm are the tender rays of the dawn,
Cool is the touch of the earth,
Carpeted by grass, green and fresh with dew;
Caressing are the zephyrs flowing from the west;
How beautiful it is a day, again.
But fail all these, to touch my heart.
Sullen and dull it is, as cool as ice.
Dazed is the mind, all things just a blur.
Oh! Hard it is to believe, it’s me out here,
Caged by the mind, spirit of the heart, broken.
Inured, day after day by this rigmarole.
Actions I do, that carry no sense or charm,
Tied to a flock, that knows no dream no desire.
Try as much I may to run from here,
Each step I take, only to find;
Earth sinking beneath my feet all the while.
Rocking down an abyss I am, fervently wishing
Hit the bottom, I, soon, death redeeming me from this abbadon.

~ by solitaryarcher on February 8, 2007.