My desolate spirit…..a poem by Rackara

My mind’s a maze of bare waste,

A junkyard render of distaste,

An artist’s brush needed in haste.

My Innocence drowns in shades of black,

A blessing of peace after dark.

Strangers in a paradise,

Sarcasm a demise.

A shield to my truth,

Memories of dejection,

No savior to uproot.

All alone with just my feelings,

Look into the mirror without believing.

Not much of a life to be living,

Everything taken and nothing given.

More hard times coming,

I feel floods in my veins,

Icy shards of disdain.

No end in sight,

All my roads less travelled,

An adventure of stagnant freight.

Summers in cold ,

A winter dawn to an end less than bold.

My life’s spring is written,

With an ending to leave un-smitten.

A slithery smile of belief ,

My realism of comfort in final state.

Desire to desert my drawn-out solitude,

A prayer answered to atone my fortitude .

If the heaven’s ever did speak,

I would be its last mouth-piece.

But in the end I’ll go gladly,

And yield to what time takes leisurely,

A final breath of modest tranquility.