You of Me?

It is a terrible thing to be in pain
Body, mind, and soul.
Emptiness is a path to destruction,
Left numb by the weight and roll.
I come not here to preach,
Nor look for pity in man,
But dream of deliverance and joy,
That is somehow in the plan.

Here I lay in darkness and heat
Longing, searching for a one.
Alas, I am the one, alone here again,
Where fear rules, 'till done.
Ghosts of those who are long past,
Creep silently through mind's door.
While phantoms of those yet to come,
Float upward through dirt and floor.

This soul is dead and dark.
Crushed in loss, lost by fight.
When life is gone from this shell
And hurt resides in the light.
The trail is gone by years of unuse,
Overgrown by age and loss.
Now I wander from place to place,
Ruining the thickets ans moss.

Again, I dream of thee.
Do you ever dream of me?

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