The Intent Of Being
I stand before regret,
Face to face with my past,
I ask a thousand questions before it all falls apart,
A moment to dwell on memories of old,
As my tears come to visit, alone in the dark.
The intent of being is a debt to myself,
To the young man with endless dreams,
Who got lost in the gates of grief,
And slowly drifted away.
An open heart is who I want to be,
So that I can feel the love,
That was taken from me.
I am sorrowful and in pain,
Consumed by the hardships of guilt,
Living with endless blame,
As the stars do not hear my pleas,
And fate embraces my loneliness.
The intent of being,
It is an ode to who I've become,
A shadow of someone I used to be,
A lingering piece,
Of a soul once whole,
Who lost the road to his destiny.
I now surrender,
To every breath of life,
And await the end of my journey,
Amongst the light that breaks and falls,
Into the depths of night.
