Forward

The appetite of the abyss yawns before me,

Even now, in the shadows of my mind.

Echoes are heard within the depths,

Of loves since lost, of simpler times.

I try to embrace fellowship again,

Even now, in the shadows of my mind.

But I am a shell now, with neither anger nor interest,

Emotion buried in the sands of time.

Among eager faces, vibrant with life and liberty,

The appetite of the abyss yawns before me.

We may speak, but my caverns stay untraveled.

Echoes are heard within the depths.

It is no fault of those around me.

They intend well, but achieve so little.

Too many friends have come and gone,

Buried in the sands of time.

I loved once, perhaps once more,

But calloused ground chokes all seeds.

Now dynasty and ministry beckon to me,

Even now, in the shadows of my mind.

Once the call would have stirred me,

But now my gaze is transfixed ahead,

The abyss still spread out in hunger.

The memories still fading with passing time.

The seeds dying where neither light nor water pass.

I do not know my place.

But I know it is no longer here.