WHERE I USED TO BE

WHERE I USED TO BE

The mist doth fall and I stand all alone,

Just me in my body of flesh and bone,

Beyond the fog my eyes cannot see,

I stand here alone totally and utterly free.

A shroud surrounds me a drab translucent cage,

Concealing my sorrow concealing my inner rage.

Here death awaits me as my body slowly dies,

In this empty world away from prying eyes.

A fading specter in the pale moonlight,

A shadow merging with the black of night.

The cage is empty; the mist begins to clear,

The golden sun with vermilion light appears.

And I am gone leaving nothing left to see,

In the gentle breeze where I used to be.

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