The road I called home has come to an end
Pieces of yesterday lay broken and spent.
There is nothing to hold on to but memory
Even that seems to be simple accessory.
I wish to go swimming in sorrow
The ocean swallows me either way.
Will I wake up on the morrow?
Irony strikes because I don’t have a say.
Broken and contrite but fully at rest
They all say that “this is for the best”.
Is it truly my greatest desire
to be faced with this impending flame?
I laugh as tears stream down my face
Lament, as they say, is beautifully grace.
I suppose what they say is true
if torture is beauty and sorrow so new.
The ocean beckons me to come breathe
Darkness swallows me.
I shall find peace in this torment
My soul cries out, I am in lament.