Cloudy Morrow

sorrows have been shushed, tears have been hushed. In anger and angst clutching the fingers into a fist, bashing the emptiness at the crossroad of emotions. feeling defeated, at the rotten place, I have befallen. turning and twisting the roads trodden, unanswered prayers for kinder plights. In solitude secluded from the pleasures of little madness. In blind faith strutting, for that follows. In to the cloudy morrow, in to darkness scorched horizon.