If i would dwell too long,
I'm not certain I would survive;
Because purpose has slipped my perception,
And the drone has left the hive.
The world has run out of wonders,
Left me without the wonderment of bliss;
Salivating for renewal,
Per chance, a taste of life's new kiss?
The babies have gone away,
With all the pretty faces;
Crumbling into dereliction,
The same, yet so many places.
Night, he has taken command,
The Day, she has been vanquished;
Now my bones rot away with Her,
Sleep is all that i have relished.
Stimulation, in any form becomes a memory,
Taken is the aroma of the Essence;
Wishing upon a fallen star that is nothing but myself,
Hoping God will still grant me with His Presence.
