The Emptiness is My Art

 

I struggle to make peace with you
Your bony withered hand
Clenched in a ball around my heart
Time drags on along quiet empty shores
Your faded dying skin
Wrapped like worn gauze around my bones
The warmth of feeling distant in my mind
Your wretched smile
Trapped in mirrors before me
My eyes blackened in the gray of living
Your stream of whispers
Silencing the music in my ears
Memories peeling off my papered walls
You tear my soul
Discarded shreds of life from colored pages
Beaten down a crawl at snails pace
You impeded my stride
Iron balls weighting mortal thoughts deep
The sands no match for your gale
Each grain etch and scars a constant reminder
A endless symphony of monotone chants
This is your destiny
This your tragic way
The torch of cold lifeless flame
Burns brighter each loveless day
I struggle to make peace with you
The emptiness is my art
Your charge to care for always
We are bound forever cold
My lost and lonely heart