A sadness
Not healed by time
Nor dulled with
Each glass of wine
An endless road
A wailing pain
Nothing can ever
Be the same.
Each deadend town
Or city lights
Can erase
Or again excite
This soulful sorrow
A solitary drum
That beats in rhyme
A scorching sun.
Broken dreams
In pieces lay
Weeping angels
Kneel to pray
Mortality set
In steps of stone
My heart it beats
Without a home.