Echoing silently in pain within the ebbs of solitude
Asunder into pieces as if the heart breaks into a million shattered glasses
Piercing,
Tearing,
Numbing,
Until there's nothing left
But a wry apathy of gaze
An empty empty intent look
In the horizon
Where only the limitless thoughts
Of imagination
Can fathom -
What's deep within.. Was it?
Troubles,
Or
Just the mere cacophony of uneventful panorama
and
Encounters
of this sojourn