Lethe

The silence of astoundment drags my emotions into the depths of this river of loss.

The arms of pity, sorrow, and angst bind me, mute me, blind me and hinder my journey to find you.

My presence imbeds itself further with each step into oblivion.

Trickles of joyless episodes run down the slopes of unrest and doubt.

Scattered across the horizon, pendulums await to shred the glimmers of minute pleasures.

Decay eats at my memories... Time allows it to.

Everything fades... Recollections dissolve.

Anticipation no longer exits.

Lingering echoes of whispered thoughts remind me of my uncertain future.

I'm drifting away in a breeze of filth, taken to the edges of loneliness.

Fear murders my hopes,

swallows my entrails whole and spits them out in disgust.

I'm tired of being fake, but being true condemns me even further.

I seek after you to no avail.

I grasp at my expectations and still my hands come up empty.

Like fog, my dreams and hopes float away into puddles of murky visions.

Like an empty jewelry box,

the idea of what could be in my heart is more alluring than the vacancy within.

Similar to stands of pearls,

one by one dark days and nights sequence each other, until the day arrives

when I shall be standing on the threshold of the

Great Beyond,

waiting for your command to advance or retreat.

Disrobed of my outer mask, I'm exposed to you mirage,

I'm able to stand before you

unhidden, true and worthy of you attention.

Encase me in your limbs and never let me depart!