Gone To Carry On
Insomnia drapes a veil of surreal
Washing away the raindrops of regret
Footfalls upon the dusty path of reveal
Chasing after the memory of her silhouette
Haunted branches of nightmares
Reach out to disorient and torment
Please lord hear these whispered prayers
Grant me the power to stop the descent
Into the madness of our affairs
A trace of her lustrous scent
Still stumbles me to tears