Lone wayfarer

I’m but a lone wayfarer travelling In a bitterness driven world of woe All is chaos, confusion – the roar... I fall upon my knees as I sit, listening To that roar of life, clashing at death. I linger at this forgotten bed And feel the cold rain dripping in my skin And my soul, struggling within... In my mouth the word of your name fades And my figure is lost in the growing shades. I blend in this hall of mosses As I mourn all of our losses - our dear friends, love, so long gone! And I remain here – and you not, I’m alone! I wrapped myself, as I lay upon your grave I hold myself – I do try to brave. I wish I could rest here, and in my arms hold you But this last bed empty remains - only a trace, a scent, a glimpse of you I must wake, and strive another step Come out again, face another thousand rains My eyes, once so dry, can dry no more But I can no longer speech, my voice is sore Of mumbling again and again your worshipped name...