The wilderness of my heart

Runs races of yearnings

Down the road of expectations

On the eve of hopeful disappointment.

The cascade of pain

Erodes my gullible hope

For a dream rewind.

I’m not a friend of grief

for grief is it, that strips me of joy.

The world, adorned in the regalia of grief

Crawls blindly on me

Searching for what never will be

Meaning is meaningless to me

Like a dry river is to fish.

My knowledge fails my knowing

My sight, blurred

Steps failing.

This lonely path I tread unaccompanied,

But for my painful smiles

A stranger you are to my pain

For you reap from the gains of my pain

Leaving in your wake.

The debris of your inequities,

My thorny steps to walk.

A lone friend in majority you were,

You held my hands,

As I throttle through the red sea of life

Then,

You let go your grip

Embarking on an endless journey,

You alone chose to travel

No goodbyes

But the reality of your present absence

All there is left

Are the Debris of your heart

The Echoes of your laughter

The gaiety of your steps

The glow of your smile

The benevolence of your hands

No sired possession

Nor decent siblings

Instead, scavengers of your wealth

Claiming legality to what you hold dear

With professed pain, but gladdened hearts

They scavenge your wealth and world

Paying no attention to the bell of time.

There's no absolution to this pain

The epiphany of your departure,