To Trudge
Emotional infancy, cherished for ignorance sake
Seen sadly squandered , sequestered for faux love’s arrival
Carry on, to the stars through difficulty
Attempting to fill a cavity as hollow as the sky
Yearns for something never had, but tasted for a moment
A moment, that moment, two lifetimes ago
A ghost of nothing, a fragment invaluable
All had, nothing more, no one else
A novel cruelty, a freak in disrepair
A hope for others, “at least I’m not that”.
Trudging along the lonesome highway
A drifter, a bard, a purveyor of righteous thought
Le sigh, et c’est la vie.
Hitchhiker 