Wilderness of my own solitude

Into the twilight we end with the same plight, 

Compromises and adjustments don't feel right,

We both stand upright, running into each other despite,

Promises of being by the side,

Forever and ever this story plays itself, 

Who sacrifices what is still a puzzle,

Communication fails, in front of a wall it wails,

For freedom and redemption which it still trails,

A long time elapsed since this thought prevailed,

Onset of fatigue I fear, still I can't pull myself out, till I fail,

A man in my regards, feeling sorry is fine,

What heals when, to be punctured again, again and again,

Asked to regain and accept, to inflict a mutual pain,

How will the confidence set in, in whom it will, how it will,

Who will sail off my shore, leaving other to explore,

Instead try out with more, easily running from further furore,

Sounds corny but saves you from your unfounded worldly scares,

Might leave us in the lurch, still fosters clarity, reasons good to ignore,

I live by the day that the end is coming, habitual to someone running,

The point of no return looks closer than ever, all thy love is dumped, is stunning,

For comparisons there was never a room,

Present is all that mattered, I again leave everything and roam,

Amidst wilderness of my own solitude,

I have done this time and again, still it feels new,

Pacing myself for another innings, sooner or later,

To look back at compromises we make, for loves sake