Omit - Distrust

Steps within the chamber
Feeble and unwilling
Stalking own digression
In patterns of self-pity

From passion bloomed expression
To expression moved impression
Lest the chisel fails my power
I fear to toil any longer

Ominous rain
Distrust, the seer of decay

Becoming more familiar
With the basest of all dreads
Were these works that constitute me

All mere ghosts of past events
Still greeting, bidding farewell
They never came and never went
What I retain is but a notion
A modest wish to see it end

Dormant lake
My will, a still life display

The traitor creeps to hinder
The road to wheat and water
The stronger the ambition
The solider his mortar

Yet what choices are there
Than to make the long journey
Down to the mocking crux
Of ever waning, falling earnings

Frozen wave
Indifference, my opiate

How did I lose my posture
When was I shed to be
A solitary beggar left in the gutter
Under broken bridges raised by him

In this weary hour of the night
A confession muting the lie
It is gripping with the mistral might:
I make death from gilding life

Roaring rivers
My pain, a furious killer

All mere ghosts of past events
Still greeting, bidding farewell
They never came and never went
What I retain is but a notion
A modest wish to see it end

Dormant lake
My will, a still life display

The traitor creeps to hinder
The road to wheat and water
The stronger the ambition
The solider his mortar

Yet what choices are there
Than to make the long journey
Down to the mocking crux

The mocking crux