walking in quiet lonesome solitude

the shrill of empty space

deafens the gentlest soul


weaving through the solitary moments

the echoing roar of destiny

consumes the heart whole

rambling on and on with hope eternal

the soft hushed whispers of fate

tease the present to finally reveal

hobbling on between dread and torment

the truth of this heart’s raw desire

is to stand naked and unabashed

and to never hide again in the shadows


to never feel again the need to conceal