Not long ago I was a rock,
Now like a cheap candle I melt away,
In my little world I rock back and forth,
Like a little child deprived and bereft,
Sitting in this corner the walls are caving in.
I hear the voices...
The mockery rife and maddening,
Their cruel laughter grates me raw,
Faces with plastic smiles and promises,
I see through it all but I hope I am wrong.
I want to jump in...!
For the sullen stream like a princess beckons,
Tantalizing like fresh dew,
I tire for swimming upstream,
The waterfalls now seem a haven.
They say talking helps unburden the weary,
I have had my share of empty words,
Surrounded by voices yet no one listens,
Keep your wreath and rehearsed speeches,
I am walking away....