Hour of need

I’m lost in a sea of turbulent swells, empty promises sinking into bottomless wells.

No ambition but irritated intrusion, love and happiness a metaphoric infusion.

Cut from a cloth that bares no name, alone again on this walk of shame.

A step in time, two steps behind what a barbarous world seared into my mind.

 

Voices elude me in my hour of need, in this scorching desert a lone tumble weed.

Aging loner with no desire no hope, I can see you dangling with your neck in a rope.  

 

Lost and alone with wistful belief, when it comes to love I see only a thief.  

 

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=D You always make the beat and rhythm look so effortless! The images of giving up and being at the bottom of the road is very nicely done.