A walk of ponder.

Sitting on the edge of proverbial ledges,
Wondering, wandering, on in misery.
The light passes through trees again,
Same tune tuned out again my friend.

Can you hear the wind blow,
Calling my heart broken soul.
I’ve never cried so genuinely,
Let tears break open so openly.

One foot behind another and again,
A slave to the emotions within,
The blood I’ve wrought in uncertainty,
To hold a vow not worth sincerity.

‘O when will these festered veins dry,
and let slip the pain I’ve felt inside.
How I call forth the hour of my demise.
And harness the lasting murmur of flies.