Lonely Soul

Hazy mist, gloomy skies,
So thick and pungent as to sting the eyes.
Heavy chest, buzzing mind,
A solace soul against the line.

I take a breath, and then another,
But such sorrows causes me to sputter.
Short and shallow be the breaths,
As though one sits on the line of death.

I close my eyes, and see the face,
So familiar, yet strange embrace.
the words I hear, so soft and sweet,
I so desire the truth to be.

But once I crack my eyelids open,
I find those words to be only hoping.
But time so nags in growing Pains,
For words are fleeting, a fading pane.

The sound of rain upon my window,
The sound of whistling as the wind blows.
Are the sounds of comfort for a lonely soul.