Lonely Soul

Mist inside a hollow hole, worn and torn with wear- Edges, obsidian sharp Heavy, with a golden weight Barren earth and air, So thick it's almost dry Thunder cracks the ear An unmistakable throb, Head's light and gone with unknown fear Blue skies streaked with rain A solace of pain Unknown blood slipping through the gap Cries of whispering willows, Blowing without a breeze The drone of clear covered frost Black daggers rising from the ground Eyes like shattered glass Tears Invisible Bleeding heart in the midst Unexplainable quiet