Place of Fall

Some find relief in solitary confinement And others cherish the thought of being alone I am but a weary soul craving for cessation and realignment Waiting for greater powers to break this vestigial bone Some are inclined to love and prosper Relinquished control begets their duty to forget I am built to loathe and falter Borrowed time yields unreason; forever in sorrow’s debt Some seek higher meaning in reason’s domain Pity is the holder of divine understanding I am a blemish that marks a desolate plane Debasement is my steadfast tool for disbanding Solace rests in a certainty embraced by one and all To the place from which we came and from which we must depart Eternal silence take stead and imbue my place of fall Reprieve me of my ambling spirit and wandering heart