Pisaries Creator

From where I stand in this late hour,
I have travelled to mental places few others
have gone and good thing for this.
Their virgin eyes could not accept
how others could be so cruel
from deep inside the wishing well.
There was no water or coins
but a darkness no one wants to acknowledge
when on their own and alone.
The fears in these echoes can’t
be silenced because the walls retain
those that listen for any kind of answer.
Your grief will never resemble mine,
fleetingly casual and blowing away easily
in the change of the winds.
All the earthly colors around you
do not subside the anger within me
or chill the fire within.
From where I rest in seclusion,
I have set you free like the elements
tacked onto a board.
Their identity was chased from the horizon,
dipping further under the clouds,
and fall to the ground.