and here I am; still, entombed
And the wind drags clouds
like final curtain; a shroud
over me, head hung low
In mind, a song sung slow
These ancient melodies
drifting, wafting memories
Harkening, they call to me
Shelter me in fallacy
This tower ebon holds me
Construct of obstinancy
These hands once lifted rocks alone
Clenched now in fists to pound on stone
These lands I mined to make my home
Now scattered all with dust and bone
Over horizon the last sun's ray shone
Now gone away never to be known
And then rain falls to quench hard earth
Water of my life squandered since birth
Water held tight for all it's worth
Eyes moisten, lips crackle with mirth
I've found myself the source of my dearth
What else can I do? I hurt.
