Shrouded Inside

The play of words in my mind
Is more than confusion
Through the swords of conversation
Each word lashing

I dont dodge
The crisp break in air
Leaves warmth on my skin
I smile for soon I would be smiling at a stranger
A promise or a hope
Anything ... better than a grope in the dark

The shroud has moved
Filling me with emptiness
Engulfing every desire
As the self weeps
Mine to know

But what keeps my soul alive
Will keep me warm through the cold
The silver thread will not break
For I am alive