Ungodly Lands

Here I find myself in arms of pure embrace yet find my thoughts lie in yonder year,

With thoughts of lovers long since passed.

In comparison or in yearning, I do not know, as like the lost lamb my mind wanders,

Cold and alone through rocky terrain.

A landscape forged by memories of vengeance and pains long since endured.

Cloudy Skies with salty rain with wailing winds battle for space in the sky overhead against false sunny skies with rose tinted rainbows.

I feel new love's arms embrace become tighter as they see my soul begin to wander deep into this ungodly land, hoping to pull me back from the brink before I lose myself completely.

Don't ask me why I let my mind wander so, to ask such a question stirs recollection of why a cage bird sings.

I know not why man thinks such dire and melancholy thoughts when the world around him produces nought but joy and optimism. Why one would seek saltier pleasures when they have an abundance of sugar dreams.

Perhaps Trauma has my mental lead wrapped around it's ugly, withered claw; yanking me back into the Ungodly Lands like a disobedient hound who sniffs at the Butcher's door after starving for several days. To compare myself to a underweight mongrel is no exercise for the imagination, either.

Thin and withered, with barely a whisper of any form of hope.

That was the gift those who had come before had left me. A lack of prosper and determination. Each one bruising my heart worse then the last.

I miss no man, I seek one out even less. Love has been both kind and devastating to me, leaving me in fear of it's approach.

I coward with tail between my legs at thought of saying those three words again, which is what I believe to be the reason why I so frequently seek the comfort of the Ungodly Lands.

To remind myself why I have such distaste for romance. Why "I do" and "ever after" are nought but sour on my tongue, like the taste that follows after one might bite said organ.

To say I will never love again is harsh; perhaps one day a man will prove me wrong and rescue me from within this twisted terrain. Perhaps may even replace the sour taste on my tongue with one as sweet as cherry. For this day, I do happily await.

But till then, the Ungodly Lands hold the name of home.