I have walked a long and winding road
Full of disappointment and shattered hopes
Night arch fades eventually, and the day breaks
And yet the tormenting night stays atop the mountain side
It is all good, until it’s not
Moments like these, come drifting with the clouds
Mocking, wading through, one blink away
No sense of relief, of security, it’s a state of mind
One I have come to terms with, no peace for the lowlifes
Striving to shrugg off the high ground
If I escape today, if I can manage to sit through the rehearsal without making a sound
A cry, I fear, will escape my lips and it is with the same honour
I hide behind the face of a clown
How belittling this sorrow makes me feel, a punishment for toeing the line
The line you drew for me.
I remember asking for freedom, for release that I was denied
I cannot forget the empty eyes, like orbs staring into the broken ones, without empathy
Like stone, like ice. I fear I gave you too much credit.
Not much to begin with, but now I know where you stand and it’s not near where I am.