Mist Taken
A wisp and nothing else
Filled up with regrets
Fretting with the best of them
Melancholy and cut off
Shelves all filled the fuck up
With cues I've never read
And situations buried
Failures forever stretch
Friends lost in silence
Loves I've felt for naught
Voices of potential lost
Ghosts echoing in stone
Squandering another sunrise
Caught in this in-between
In these narcissistic wanderings
Between my heart and the sea
A smoldering ember, nothing else
Ashes of all that might have been
Remnants caught in bitter dreams
In sweet but somber memories
Idling, just bottling time
In repetitious circles
Yellow though hardly a coward
In cycles of lethargy rewound
Play it again to punish me
As Summer colors fade
Melodies I can't retract
The desires of my heart
Crooning I concoct a crutch
Keep this façade fucking afloat
Storing up a cosmic wrath
Unremarked upon this Earth
In sin I wished to meet you here
In folly I proffered my love
And know not now where you have gone
What business is it of mine?
What is happening to these bones?
It's been so long since I've felt fine
Riding out to meet the fog of war
Swallowed in the mist of mind
A pretense and little else
Not interested in getting better
Scoffing at a cure that comes at the cost
Of ridding myself of selfishness
Sorrows I have girded
To keep my misery renewed
Steady streams of these excuses
Refusals daily brewed
Head spaces I cannot mention
Sand gritted between teeth
Shores I thought well hidden
Steel myself in bitter grief
Wounds forever buried
These pieces never taught
What it means to make up a whole
Man, instead of ghost
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