Walking the path

I try and walk the path with you,

Foolishly ignorant,

There was nothing I knew.

The closer I tried to come,

The more you pushed away,

It got more difficult, with each passing day.

Your locked vault is your pride,

You had nothing to show ,

And everything to hide.

And the moment approaches,

The clock starts to tick,

The future is misty and the fog so thick.

Each moment now I look to with dread,

842 miles! My heart stops dead,

It is a dark path that lies ahead.

A yellow radiance had filled my life,

It seems to fade and shrink,

Shoving me into the realm of stife.

Every person I suspect,

Every action I dissect,

My own sanity I now disrespect.

When words cannot find expression,

It is the biggest frustration,

It is life's own ifuriation.

I try and walk the path with you.