Incongruent

Incongruent

Grey pale cold light
Shivering and inside my heart frigid to the point of shattering
Wind is more like a surgical knife against my pallid skin
Semi solid blood spattering
I plod on listlessly
Unknown and betrayed
wishing for the the sun's rays wistfully
when the bomb struck I should not have stayed
Tragic endings
Terminal flaws
Fatal mistakes
I watch the sheep from afar with my mind unbending
ut in my soul the lament... it gnaws....
Salty tears falling in endless lakes