A Heart's Belongings

Deeply within this being, hiding from life's expectations, finding little meaning in it. Sorrowfully capturing tears, placing them in puddles of mired circumstances, leaving them to disperse themselves into a foreign universe. Quickly losing pace with ancient ritual, stealing toward shores of innocent pleadings, awaiting yesterday's voices. Hurriedly wandering across desert vines, latching onto parts of nature, entwining self with pardoned sacrifices. Bereft upon long-standing faith, kneeling on nostalgic refrains of past times and ages. Eerily bellowing into nighttime ebony, being struck by insincerity through vials of lost purposefulness. Interiorly crying for a sense of loss and possibility gone awry. Not knowing where to walk, sliding into a blackened misery with no hope of finding gentle aspirations. Failing desperately, as winding paths lead to a hundred deaths, shaken from me again and again. Living on rims of canyons no holds on reality as death escapes my grasp on distant horizons. Continuing waywardly along roads of broken and cutting glass, tearing away a heart's belongings and giving nothing in return. Always forsaken, forgotten - alone in the world - hoping for the next possibility to fill me up.