Forlorn

The Cave by Monika Bickei

Finding passes in the keep

I see the paths align

Forever I might ever seek

An end to all of time

Anguish finds its final peace

In the inner golden mine

Of sorrows I shall never speak

When creation is prime

As the piece finds its conclusion

And the dissonance is dissolved

As the paintings are hung upon the wall

I feel an inner thorn

Empty all inside, I see

No necessity of form

Why must I remember

The meaning of old

On again, off again, go, go, go