Halt
Carrying
The load of the world
On my smoldering soul.
My mind aches,
Breaking my heart
Into irretrievable fragments
of what I know as love.
Am I bound to sorrow?
A slave to what I can never have?
Or do the clues reveal a higher meaning
When unfolded unto time?
Is there another world
Where I roam freely,
Or is this the perpetual perplexation
I am meant to conquer?
Questions that have no meaning,
Answers revealing even less,
Depict a causality of uncommon concern
For nothing and less.
When the revolution of the world
Brings me to a halt.