More words to you, boy -
the cycle repeating,
dripping with the emotion
you walked away to no longer see,
burning with the memories
of times turned into shiny scars
that ache with the pain
made alive again by present scenes.
When I walk by those trees
and see those pictures
confused as to why your love
was such a fragile, fading thing
where forever and always
were filled with addendum and qualifications
that you refused to share.
When you break my sanity
through dancing into my dreams
bleeding up forgotten times
where I have no defenses to dethrone you
no conscious memory left
to remind me of the hard truth
and guard against the mourning
from rising into my soul again.
Your words have no power
to bring solace to the agony
your words first inflicted.
And yet a fool I am
Who stands upon the lighthouse
searching the empty shore
for the words you will never write there.
Even after the light burns away
And dawn has yet to kiss me
I remain solitary in the growing cold
combing every inch of beach in vain
and with forlorn certainly
that both freedom and deliverance
will somehow come to me
and this continual nightmare I live
will leave me at least to wake
upon greener shores.
Where the direction I once had is true
and my path again sure.
Where when I walk through shadow
another silhouette is beside me
linked hand and hand with my own
and at last is relieved
this all-consuming fear
that I will forever be alone.
