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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