Caverna

Your now meaningless words, where do the sounds go?
Need more than the why's and trapped dense secrets in the sediment of my soul.
I should always travel deeper.
Hike paths barren of footprints inside my veins.
That lead to the ancient underground caves in my mind.
Thoughts in these dark, damp parts are more sinister and less refined.
A water of tears trickles down my cool limestone cerebrum.
Numb to run.
I can hear your meaningless words loud and clear.
And yet you remain, vastly no where near.