The Traveler

I am so tired of being here 

This souless house gathering dust 

Everything still and lifeless

Voices of the past echo in the emptiness

I am now all alone 

With my reflection unrecognisable to myself 

Nothing but memories left in this broken home 

So much to be done but I am so afriad 

I dont want to let go 

It feels so cold in the winter sun 

How am I to carry on? 

Without you here

I try to pck up the pieces left behind 

To continue this empty life 

But I dont recognise myself anymore 

People catch me and ask how I am 

I fight back the tears 

A brave face 

To mask the one within 

I feel haunted but your ghost is no longer there 

I sit and wallow 

It seems all I can do 

When is it my time to leave this place 

So I can find you 

And fix this broken heart 

I hope it wont be long 

As I fall asleep to kiss you in my dreams 

And hold you tight one last time 

I prey to never awake from this moment

In the real world I am a traveler 

Always searching for what I know I will never find 

My heart will not stop bleeding this pain 

It seems all that has remained 

This weary traveler now lost in the black rain 

To drift and die alone in a sea with no tide, no waves 

Hoping there will be a light to guide this lonely traveler 

Through the darkening black 

To help him pass peacefully 

To the only truth he has ever known 

The only place I now feel I belong  

A final resting place amongst the stones now covered with Ivy

That hides the names of a love long since forgot