Alone I Am WaitingMature

Alone I am waiting

In the shadow of rustic mountains

In the cage of ghost towns

 

The wind blows ashes all around

They shimmer in the air

Glass fragments

Of moments passed

 

Sweat glistens on my brow

My hands are shaking

My lips tremble

Trying to form the words

 

Ink runs down my arms

Staining, tattooing 

Clinging to my fingertips

Where it now turns red

Painting my hands