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Thursday, October 04, 2012

Dark eyes search for a new light...



The madness of wolves infect the women in the city,
Its walls lay crumbling to the ground.
The men stumble about trying to raise the dead,
And I watch them with this new pain that I’ve found.

The finger-print graffiti cannot be rubbed away,
When the steam rises, the symbols can be seen.
Wiping the evidence only removes the moment,
And the love is still there, where it’s always been.

There is very little light, there is no flash of inspiration,
As the darkness moved in to cover the windows of my soul.
And friends and family admire from a safe distance,
I wonder why I've been left alone to play this role.

                          Drifting away, leaving the shadows, running to safety,
                          The dark tunnels are lit suddenly bright by the neon glare.
                          Escape of the moment does not represent an escape of the memory,
                         As I learn to carry this new burden with no-one to share.

Shelter from no-where lies in the comforts of my home,
Where tears flow hidden from the eyes of strangers or the arms of a loved one.
Maybe the potential lies in the new person that I have become,
As I come to accept my fate and no longer have to fight the urge to run.

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