The Lost Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So far away.
Clouds touching the grey.
Rain drops melting my heart.
A struggle to find the guiding light.
A deer startled by the not so bright.
Stories becoming the storms of the yester-years.
Anger becoming my ultimate fear.
Is it gone forever?
Have I reach that moment complete acceptance.
Fame was never the attraction.
Eyes glistening, pulsing slowing, fate tip-toeing on a broken ego.
Where has the ambition gone?
A forgotten note in misshapen bottle floats across the deadly narrow sea.
Looking for reprieve.
Does it lye in that aged photograph.
Delivering it across a phonograph.
Maybe it would better with a couple of clicks telegraph.
Not so fast, not so slow.
Over a colourless rainbow.
No, no, no, this just can't be.
Every symbol so meaningless to me.
Start the chainsaw and please do take down this tree.
For it's blocking my view.
Leaving so confused.
Head spinning spew.
Marigolds knawing at the dirt.
Tell me does it hurt?
To revert, to reverse that statement which has been made.
Getting lost in the echo of a cave.
Trolling under a bridge of the socially confounded.
Watching as people start drowning.
Guilt rising up, reach out, shouting do something for its better then blacking out in deafening nothingness.
Breaking out of the routine.
Making such scene, it must be recorded for all posteriority.
An unannounced polarity.
Slammed against the wall.
And the sounds are drowning it out all.
Such a pretty spinning little ball.
A last minute call.
Will it go unanswered?
Silence of a clam.
An unheard of brand.
Meaningless now, but in time, pulling back that shroud.
Relevance becomes the cost.
All is lost, all has been lost