Dying To Myself

dying to myself I saw a shadow of a man stranger to himself plodding over salted pan true heart lost forgotten shriveled down a mossy well a soul's darker midnight a fearful wood both dank and fell standing up for naught but living another drear and sunless day eyes dropped down from bright horizons life turned hardened shapeless clay when did a path turn rocky broken cobbles, broken selves when wounds bled out a smile dusted on forgotten shelves turning faces through the cobwebs burning off the moorish haze reaching for an inner ember stoke desire's holy blaze only fear and static bind us cradled in their caustic arms leeching will, sapping sinew teeth behind a siren's charms reaching for the doorframe leading to a greener glen tarnished knob, tumbler lock stumbled foot and then, the door opens...