.. I feel hollow. Even as I turn to silent prayer.

I know this ain’t healthy, to live in a fetid shit heap.
I find myself finding old scraps I keep, emotions kept dormant.
I’m stuck at a crossroad unsure of where to follow.
For my guide has let himself die.
Since reborn in near-distant shores, knowing full feel I am left lonely.
Focussed on vision on every mark he is leaving, as I stay frozen.
Left hopeless and un able to awaken my inner-conscious.

Maybe now’s not the time to be precious?
Maybe now I should show you true consequence?
Perhaps futures fly only when the past is pulverised?

I state, sat in dimensional gaps, with my temporally shifted cries.