Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Restitution

The innocuous beauty of a young soul which departs

With time and life's tidings which left a stony heart.

Covered in sludge, gunk which turns til hard

Passion's pyre lacks its hopeful spark,

Prickling sting, wrapped in wire, coated over in barbs,

Breathing uneased, lungs fastened under thorns so sharp

Which anxiety brings and surely leaves its mark.

Is futility the rummage for the shards of innocence lost?

To chisel away the cemented pain which keeps all dark,

To rekindle blissful flame and whisk away ashes and chars,

For old Joy to be reclaimed which once furnished with warmth.

Like sand clocks, the spirit trickles away while distraught

If unfulfilled, only blossoming to sobs that sadness imparts.

Still, thoughts trek the very skies for wisdom, I embark

For the missing pieces to be reunited, for happiness sought.