15 July 2012

I stand, my face against the wind,

A sentinel of ages,

My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,

And trace words on the pages,

My soul a pen, the world a book,

My thoughts are scattered, left to fly,

I daren't wake, I daren't look,

My sanity is left to die,

I feel the wall in front of me,

And touch the glass with searching mind,

My thoughts are split and torn apart,

My bond long broken from mankind,

A statue in the gale storm,

I walk away, still left behind,

I burn the ties and break the chains,

And slowly wander from my mind.

MelchiorJ13Sense • Opuss № I