I roam the stark landscape -
Rough, cold and barren
Recognizing the scenery
As the calcification of my heart
There is no one here -
I am completely alone
In this icy desert,
With its bleak lonely terrain
And solitary confinement
Banished into exile
To this godless place
Victim of my own coup d'etat
Tormented and fetal
In a frozen self-created hell
Oh! Where is the sun?
Where is a messiah
To redeem me
From this nightmare?
©2001 poetheart