Epiphany

I am vain to choose or grasp only
My soul upon sorrows shelf
I am walking this road to madness
Never seeking or finding myself
I have wondered soulfully in fields of dew.
Moments of harsh clarity that I have spent with you
But, I am tethered to this leash of knowledge
That my heart is sunken low
Frozen in my tired state of remorse
Regrets buried within the snow
I have walked silently, solemnly, and somber
As I awaited the day anew
I have whispered to the night wind's calling
Quietly waiting for a glimpse of you

by A.J. McKinley

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