DiscontentA vague wave of nauseous nostalgia
ebbs and flows - comes and goes..
The distant sound of a busy highway
Bleeds out into the horizon.
An empty cloudless sky
reflects the hunger in my soul-
The burning desire to be
Something more than what I am now.
My hopeful heart sinks
into the inky waters of dissapointment-
To the depths of lonliness,
A primal cage that shrinks with age
Icy bars to grasp for eternity
With dead black fingers,
Forever wailing my unheard song of sorrow,
Bellowing pain from the core of my being.
I fear I'll always be as meaningless
as a grain of sand in an endless sea of despair.