Well Aware

Wearily I walk down this road again,
The trees wink as I pass,
I know this hollow too well.

Vacant, I hungrily ransack the skies,
I beseech the stars for answers
To riddles I don't quite know.

The only retort is vast blackness,
A deafening silence stifles my breath.
Buried ardors echo in this shell.

Desolate again.
Forlorn and quarantined
By every fiber of my being.