misty rose a story of pain

 
in my skeletal remains, a soul lingers
doubting herself, weeping to the skies
tell me the meaning of the darkness
tangled in the lies is honesty of life
 
seeking the desolate heart, in earnest
so I may brighten the landscape of dread
a melancholy melody, so beautiful I hurt
plays quietly out there, somewhere
 
caressing the air, I feel the pain
sigh and exhale, in the misty dawn
today is grey and I ache with a feeling
 
little pulls of regret trouble me
to touch the emotion in the blueness
to lay witness to it
beholding its gentleness
 
causing me to be aware of self
in an absent minded world
that scatters us to the winds
fated to be stranded on separate islands of despair
 
I can feel you but I can't touch you
and I can't explain away my sadness
knowing you're there hurting,, alone in the emptiness
my grief calls you from where you are
and requests you look skyward for my soul