Fontes sicci

Dry fountain.....

Stranded and estranged, 

I wonder in affection's desert. 

Deserted and abandoned, 

I abandon familiar fountains of refreshment, 

no longer refreshed by those crystal waters, 

those springs now drench and drown. 

I am suffocated from too much life being lived, 

yet living life experiences, is a soul hunger I have. 

I hunger for the connections 

that have been severed and disconnected. 

My spirit is disconcerted, 

as I have discerned my own failings. 

I am distraught by revelations of my short comings, 

I have fallen from love's heights.  

I am trampled by loved ones. 

Those loved faces are now transformed  

and transfigured into grotesque monsters. 

Monsters who devor and gorge 

on human hearts and innocence lost,

who demand sacrifices. 

Those sacrifices that are made at 

alters of convenience and I am slain 

I am now a monster as well,

I have devored my own beliefs and virtues. 

Now a vagabond I chase mirages of desire, 

branded with the mark of Cain, 

I aimlessly shamble 

till I shake Death's boney fingers,

smiling, he becons me to embrace that eternal slumber, 

to sleep knowing the peace of the dead.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

truly we are kith and kin. every line here, i related to. every line.
im really not sure what else to say. are things going to get better? should we try again? fall down seven times get up eight?
i dont know.
but reading this made me feel less alone. so there's something you have accomplished.

[Dave W.]

Thank you Ern, you are not alone my dude, this art born from pain, brings healing to the heart and connects other lost souls along the way.