Remissions in summer solitude,
I look out my window watching seasons change,
The fall will come soon again to consume the mood.
The feelings that come of winter so untamed.
Looking at all the foolish patterns of how I deal,
Difficult to accept and to live without my desires,
Remembering loves violence being so surreal,
As morality demands these feelings to retire.
Eyes glazed by the remaining desolation,
This deeper dark trade so captive and alone,
Deep in the spaces of what is hidden by deprivation,
Is my soul that is screaming for its home...
This current void tumors distress deep within,
I would voyage my life to seek love in chrysalis,
Yet to be so selfish to ask for your love, is sin...
So I remain the ghost trapped inside its own abyss.