Wednesday Woes

Stain-ed Rain-bow

The fear always comes at night,
The loneliness clenches tight,
When all seemed to have left,
My joy is stolen in a nocturnal theft,
Despite all the walls that fall,
Frustration crawls back at the moon’s call,
And all I see is ashes and dust,
Or those that I do not fully trust,
For it seems I haven’t really had anyone,
To place their head on my shoulder before each rising sun,
Every day feels harder and longer,
Every moment feels as though I’m getting more somber,
Nothing is here to quench my thirst,
Any direction I take looks to be cursed,
I fear I will not take the coming weeks,
I still haven’t found my own clan of geeks,
Whomever I turn to is either gone or too afraid,
My only choice is into the sun fade....

-Psalmer