Chasing Windmills

It’s the shattered kiss that never was,

Footprints trod away from closed windows as living whispers disappear in the winds of tomorrow.

Caged inside the fathomless depths

Chasing the inverse goal with blackened eyes from sudden impact that bleed into the whole.

Days dissolve into oblivion

Where only Nietzsche eyes could see past its abyss,

The shadows stay but then never leave,

Only asking for the blood drained from the long slow flaying of the mind's eye.

Direction can’t be found when you drown yourself in empty pools of yesterdays.

They say the strong tree stands against the wind,

But I have found that it is the flood that eats away at the roots

Cutting through the tough bark exposing the empty hallow within.

The longing for light still crouches beneath the vision

Leaving nothing as it passes empty rooms

Where cobwebs replace the laughter,

Trading gold for penny’s

Where its price is never paid

And the only door is closed.