Stone footsteps  with a bottomless hostility
Naked fingers gripping at the whispering thoughts
Windows of souls aching for control
An array of fury hovering around
A gripped tongue misunderstood
As mornings are raw and speckled
A portrait of my uncertainty, is becoming blind
Heaven is broken
Faith is behind
As the hazy mindfulness mist,  is transforming me
Hoping that this melancholy will sail away