Waiting

I await my life. It walks near me while never touching me. I wonder.....what is it? What IS my life? Where is best? Where is my heart? Where could my soul be settling.....in a wasteland of complacent doubt...? Maybe in The Darkness
Waiting on the inevitable fall of senses as I wander drearily into a thick consuming darkness that ever-presently continually pursues the destruction of my soul....................

Oh soul.....sadness does not describe the harrowed emptiness. What was dug out was dirt...and now decay is awaiting my waiting. We will meet eventually.....a sudden meeting at a crossroads of our waiting.

Sorrow so long is so dull

My angst - long present. Woe to us malcontents : (