It's All You

It's All You
21-12-15

I’ve been down this road so many times before,
That the pathway grows weary of my inner feet.
I’ve been down this path, mostly alone,
For few know the right words and won’t chance the wrong ones.
This path knows my voice, my tread, my smell,
And delights in surrounding me in darkest dark clouds,
So that I have no illumination to guide me.
My compass broke when you left;
It became stuck on you,
And now only points upwards where I cannot follow.
I dream of you, of blood, of death and life after...
It’s all tangles and tears and tearing and tides of anguish and sorrow.
It’s all you.