So Very Much Lost

As night is swallowed by the likes of the moon,
supposedly dismissing all of the agonies of the day;
the shadows can undress in the moonlight, unobserved
for they're cloaked in the blanket of the night.

The night's gloom compares not to my own shadows
and tired, am I of their existence.

For they are ruining my stature, as it were.
And in my first mind, my thoughts are so very dark.

that the dismay of the hardest, darkest and coldest rain
would appear higher in spirit in comparison,
as we would witness pure joy flowing to the sewers.
For a pedestrian is held in higher regard that is a vagrant,

and he'd be allowed to walk on that sea of joy,
whereas a vagrant must wear it as a blanket whilst he sleeps.

As the rain disappears, the gravel begins to shift beneath my feet,
excusing the balance of my body, and exiting my good posture

placing my heart rate on "mute", as I weep cry-less tears
since I have lost my trusts and beliefs concerning friendship.
My personality has been overwhelmed and replaced by my sorrows
which has caused my "gate" to remain suspect, as I stagger and sway

and prepare for another intolerable day.
Now, I must remain alone, beside myself, and in my own head,

and I know I must appear listless as I dwell in these 3 places,
the sentiment has vacated that taught me the "golden rule",

because it's been received as warmly as the Death Sentence on your birthday.
Gone is my faith in my fellow man, and lost are the shards of hope that lit my way;
and greatly missed will be all of the footprints I've trusted
and proudly shared.....but for right now, my heart just isn't in it.