I am lost.
The winds are strong,
amongst the skies, never ending.
Not knowing what to say.
To his driving force,
that is creeping ever so closely,
consuming my very soul.
His dissipating fringes
that exist only to end
my desperate search.
I have no known idea
of what I am looking for.
Indiscernible as to his lies or truths
I sought after the elusive remedy,
But there is nothing to alleviate his hold.
How can his world be shaped,
when all his words evaporate?
How can I let my soul free
when it is shackled down by,
his anchors tethering my heart,
to this love as indifferent as the sea?
Am I afraid to break his chains,
because they might sunder me as well?
Once I have learned to swim,
to cross this ocean of apathetic worship,
while he has stayed ashore.
That will be the day,
his chains have let me go.
So that I
Can be released
amongst the never ending skies.