Washed up, wounded & wasted

Washed up, wounded & wasted,
memory remembering bitter defeat
too often tasted.
Lessons unlearned,
creeping isolation,
the madness of a nation.
The numbness of a son
been too long on the run,
all the time sitting still.

Where is my reason
and what the fuck happened to my will?

Calm and tranquil,
breathing again
within without,
post a mail, leave a shout, beat against the great redoubt.
What can I do
&
where can I find you?

Breathe & Believe,
Sturm undt drang,
where are these resolutions required
for this conundrum?

How to connect,
to defect from these legions lost upon the shore,
Goodbye to meaning and understanding,
forevermore.

Welcome relief overdue,
sending out to you;
Come in and take me away
from this cold, this weary,
this vibrant & dreary,
this savage beauty that makes no sense to me
while you're not here.