A Strange, Familiar Place.

I'm Trying to
maintain patience,
though it is
(slowly but surely)
becoming A
Silent Protest
which will
eventually
transform
into Reckless
Abandon, as
The  Old Ghost
of Me reclaims
The Crown of
Lonely.

(which for
so long dubbed
Him King.)
___

Already I sit
upon this Broken
Throne..

Looking Back at
The world..
Unsmiling..A
Wanderer in a
Familiar Land
that gets Stranger
by The Day.

(or Perhaps it's
only Me who
goes through Change?)
_