September 7, 2005
pain is my companion
with me each day
realm of pain
wrought with sadness
the only cure is solitude
from the insanity of the masses
but solitude invites sadness
loneliness of the plain
when i extend my hand to another
i expose the rawness of my heart
when i hold my heart close
i wither in the darkness, alone
the mist rising from the sea
cannot rejoin the waves
until it meets the sun
and falls to earth again
likewise, i rise
on the rays of the light
and hope for the fall
rejoining the tides, tonight
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison