Oxygen

Thank you for your kind words, But taking pity on a tortured soul Only adds insult to injury. A bandage on a wound that will never heal. Never mind the old played-out phrases, the pretense. Right here and right now. You're not here. I can't even imagine asking you to walk with me. I am a lonely warrior, fighting battles that are not my own. Shattered desolation is the best that I can hope for. You breathed life into these bones, But was it wasted breath? I am longing for that which will restore me. Grounding that is true in the earth the cosmos in each breath I take. Walk away.