Loneliness, Grief, and Other Emotions

A host of inhibitions I The drought of the longest day soon ends This feeling to stray remains As only sin itself am I A caustic breath of saturation Bound by rain of a different color Moon of sorrow waxing I Copper heart beneath the sky Emaciated conscience choking Approaching vanity never I Such a solemn foothold of apprehension To speak to a wall and receive yourself