8-17-15

has it been 1 hour or five days since I thought of all those I once loved

I steep in the deep crevices

hoping for them to fill

up with the crystal waters

those mystics told me of

but there’s none to hear of

just the echo of my own shadow

and if I want company

I know I’ll just get attached

a warm hand’s a dark road

when you’ve got nothing to hold onto

I’ve got only myself

no lights to work with

no fire to kindle

I walk on a dirt path

reaching for survival