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.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
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.
