Cavum, Merit ~ Odin 10 Options

[JLY]

CAVUM

My heart’s grown cold,
moribund, solid as wood;
I’m sedated by remorse,
hidden by an obtuse hood.

Speech is stammered,
jagged, a bit off line;
words are hollow,
they’ve lost their rhyme.

A lone nimbus shrouds
my frail silhouette,
silence piques my focus
on an ire I chose to forget.

Solemn, gothic tides
rise to suffocate,
drowning past memories
I can no longer relate.

Windswept voices echo
harsh, discrepant chords,
sandwiched with gloom,
often felt, never ignored.

My brittle soul is weary,
a dim, vacuous cavity
not stylishly profound
nor ringing of any clarity.

Through a murky mist,
silver threads beamed
a world of loving chimes
I’ve often dreamed.

Affection I now seek,
not a token award,
fulfillment’s my goal,
its my just reward.