I have been gone for far too long,
No fire has burned within me in a while,
Felt victim to the mundane minial tasks,
The line leads nowhere and we all walk single file.
While blindfolded I've walked many miles,
I refuse to budge another millimeter,
I claw at the veil that shrowds my sight,
Scratching my retinas to identify the deceivers.
But now the wounds have clouded my vision,
With tears of blood and a hazed look,
I reach out to the void and feel the vast emptiness,
And feel ashamed for how long it took.
A smoldering ember ignited by a breeze,
Creativity gently flows as the flame grows,
The joy and the pain immortalized in a page,
At the end of the day it is all that I know.