We fell prey
To the illusion
Of open doors
And progress
Bound misfortune
With each passing day
We are turning into statues

Eyes wide open
In procedural anticipation
This could be the year
The light descends

In our wait
We know someday
The horizon will tire
Of our gaze.

In the twilight of dreams
The hollow corridors echo
Louder than ever before
The walls are smeared
In nostalgia
Memories creep in
And congests weary minds
Of youths stripped of youth
Circumstance makes
The heart grow old

In our refusal
To lay down our arms
To the hollow
We march onwards
Like intrepid lions
Cognizant of unkind truth
The way is long
If we crumble now
We may never recover.

I grew old writhing
In manufactured sadness
My being felt the burden
Of regret
The sting of confinement
Plundered the reservoir
Of optimism
That resided deep within

The mirror image
Of my substance
Was merely a worn-out facade
Blinded by fury

One day
I took a deep breath
And sat in my kingdom
Of agglomerated nothingness,
Forever.

Severed from reality
Kept hidden
In my kingdom of grey
I tire of this horror
Do these four walls feel
The wrath of my violent sighs

There is beauty
To be discovered
In the wilderness
Of life
Even then
The ferocious storms
This world creates
Are not to my liking

The answers I seek
Are neither there
Nor here.

Remains of who I was
Are splattered back down
The long winding  road
Breadcrumbs I subconsciously
left to follow back to myself
are long gone
Blown away by the wind

Feet stuck in the grit
Soon I will be in motion
Motivated by what
Maybe a delusion

One hurdle crossed
A thousand more to go
Miles to go before I can breath
Many many miles to go
My spirit is waiting for me
On the other side
The beginning of a whole new
life
Body will meet soul
I will be whole
I will find glory
So I can move among gods.

I have been seeking solace
In fantasies
Of meeting my quietus
All my pleas to the maker
To be exonerated from the tyranny of drudgery
Fell to the wind

In the throes
Of self-abasement
I have been torn asunder
And rue haunts me
Like no ghost ever could

I don't quite know
Where this road
With no footmarks leads
Marching into the uncharted
All what my eyes perceive
Are visions of fractured glass
As I stare into the distance of a destiny painted in eerie hues.

The truism of a fading facade
Diminished novelty
And vanished reverers

Blinded by an idle fancy
Treading on the periphery
Of disgrace
Closer to horror
Than to ecstasy

The vacant spaces
Are growing dimmer

Tangled in high lonesomeness
In your kingdom of grey.