The Heart in Exile

I wonder,

wander,

ponder,

meander...

aimlessly,

thoughtlessly,

carelessly,

painfully...

drifting into nothingness

it seems...

and hope seems

out of reach.

I wander

beset by

the nameless fiend

the crusher of dreams

the heart of apathy...

my soul screams

silently

the light wanes...

and hope seems

out of reach.