Procession - Soliloquium

Inside the silent and pale hides the agony of worlds

To roam unprotected in daytime haste

It’s the sleep of the lonely, it’s the tragedies of man

It’s the curse of the defect

It’s a life passed, not lived

Childlike outbursts hides the old man’s woes

Feeble cries of the voice never heard

I dread these four walls, the mind’s eye’s secluded caverns

Forever caged in a fool’s procession

A sense of betrayal with every repeated word

Misguided comfort to still the rage inside

Surely I feel, you’ve all let me down

In lacrimose night I see, it is not the case

Tend my wounds, you may

Burnish the surface of scars that never heal

The grey of life’s torn fabric, a canvas befouled

The core of the darkest thought, only a hint of sorrows to come