Handicap

With a vacant expression,

I sat staring.

Handicapped by my own memories.

Resultant chaos had subsided.

But my heart knew the pain still.

The body ached. Still.

With lessons from past,

I tried building my future.

An' vain, the effort went.

Shutting life from outside,

my eyes searched for the soul;

The soul, I waited a lifetime.

There, at the far bend of the lane,

it was moving,

further and further from me.

I let it go.

It never wanted to be with me.

I sat staring again,

with a vacant expression.

Knowing the soul had gone,

that the pain will live,

and I am all alone.