The Cost

Cost

I wander as far as my heart may will,

Away from this bone-chilling and surrounding still;

Away from this stone cold of a home,

To which I am never but always alone;

In the stealth of these silent streets whom to walk but I

And none but a desolate car to pass by,

Leaving me to reflect on the corrosive clouding thoughts I condone;

Silence sets the perfect peaceful serenity for my mind to roam;

Lonesome and tired as a meandering cloud,

I could not urge myself to speak aloud;

Although my aching cries yearned to be heard,

The silence absorbed any audible sputter of a word;

And twas it I to be weak against will and break down and cry,

The rest of the world standing strong, seemingly untouched and unscarred,

And my world alone the one to be torn away from beneath my feet feeble shred by feeble shred,

By the incompetent clutter that floods my throbbing head;

Their actions have nonetheless crushed, broken, and marred,

Leaving me to wonder why some stay and lie,

When obviously it is plain to see that I am being driven to insanity,

By this ruthless and careless ongoing profanity;

So in the end it is clear that nearly everything important has been lost,

It’s just up to them to examine the cost.