Comfortless, Comfortless

This grief is bitter in my soul
And longs to murder the approaching day
What is required of me
Is beyond what I can pay.
There are none alive
Who will stand for.good.
Promises feel like bread crumbs
Circling inside the dark wood:
My only hope and sustenance,
But they seem utterly useless.
I have met no one here
Who isn’t ruthless.
Tonight, with my closed fist,
I want to burn down this world of men
Because it will be the only warmth
I will ever get to feel again.
I want to wish away every moment
I’ve ever shared with another
Erase every word and shared smile
Cover every laughter until smothered
Until I swear my soul to concrete
That I will never return in grace
To those hungry souls
Who ate my place.

But that’s the kind of sacrifice
You bleed to an idol, not a Lord.
That’s an allegiance
I cannot afford.

And so I mindlessly stutterstep
Barefoot through broken hope
Shattered shards slice deep
Beyond what I can cope,
But I’m ever alone, and it’s all on me

To never buckle under the weight
Of every bitter thing.

Maybe I should just burn down me:
There’s no one to grieve.