The Solitary Song

Candid I live now far too griped;
A domain door and wall to steal;
A vault this strong no common man
Had eyed beyond nor reveal.
The coldest night, calm and blind,
Fingers numb desperately slide.
Sheltered in tales conveyed,
Unseemingly bold yet draped
In questions of some oblivion might;
Echoes what far less than said.
Crinkle, crumble thoughts that build;
Contemplate a lingering denied;
Never in western sails I fought
Names always dared to write.