Reverberance

I breathe again.
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a fading spark.
Loathsome, futile, infant, juvenile.
Tags like ripples in a puddle fading.
In this desolate darkness scathing, I with my consulate heart am breaking.
Do I shadow a hope unfading? In all my wandering no one saves me.
And all I wanted was an ideal love.
Yet somehow it eludes my luck.
I breathe again.
Reverberance of a soul who has lost it's home.
I wander now.
I'm never too far from a bleeding heart.
Lonesome, trade out, deliverance, way out.
Peace unheard, unspoken words.
Is it wrong of me, sweet perfection? to be hollow yet live neglected?
All my effort is wrought of patience. but my negation presides my elation.
So calm now. I won't have the energy to explain just all of what's inside me.
Does this sound unjust?
I don't have energy to explain.
So I sit and rest.
And watch as the rain and the valleys hide the sun and it's rays.
I don't have the heart to make a change.
The eyes close,
The heart slows,
When death becomes sweet rest.
But I breathe again.
So exiguous in the expansive encampment.
exhausted when lost in cerebral prison.
My mind wanders far...
No energy to explain.
Goodnight my dear, tomorrow is another day...