Walking the valley of silence…
I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.
Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.
Eyes longing for abusement…
Laughing at my trust…
Nothing is real.
Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.
Never mind. Never mine…
Sadness falls, walking from the valley…
I lied too myself again.
Believing there would be…
Hope and understanding.
Still, I push on…