Let loose the SOS branded upon my arm
Free the crosses scarred onto my hands
Cut out with joy the question mark tattoed with blood
Erase the winding snake down forearm scarred
Make straight my gnarled twisted hand
And take away its sacred scars
With all my past exorcised, and
Thrown with an aged rage into the seas of antiquity
Make a new-born babe, my son, my wife and me
To cradle with cot and blanket, and to see
It look up with twinking eyes to find daddy
And reassurance in so true
A smile of security
And everything again reborn fresh green
The pastures of dawn dew meadow grass
Littered with wilderness of Mother Nature's floral beauty
The long winter was over, vanished and passed
The dark night and days had ceased
The violence within had dispersed
All torment and imbalance melted away
How had this come to pass?
Was this real?
Would it last?
Was it but a dream?
And if a dream more a nightmare
When sleep shattered into this waking
Nightmare that would ever worsen, darken
And my cancerous black mind 'till death would come at last
Thursday, 6 May 2010
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Wistfully breathtaking in beauty,heart wrenching truth and longing for a life that could be. ARC
If I could just get off that stuff, I'd stop moping and writing such "stuff"
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