Wednesday, January 4
looking back at me i saw
what i had now become,
the leaves are dry, the soul almost dead and
all the deeds are done.
the river meanders, then stranded at a standstill,
loses all direction.
seismic activity moves it off its course until
it swerves, shakes off all emotion.
dark nights beckon where all there would be
are the sunless skies without stars,
where dreams of home and all those loved ones
cut me open and leave scars.
throats as dry as the Gobi desert,
plough through the days of dread.
hearts as dry, and drier still
trod the paths of pains and regret.
what the mind believes, the eyes would see,
oh what great love is out there.
always let the flame of hope,
burn ever so fair.
keep up, i won't be down,
photograph those tears, as they hit the ground.
batter and burn me, i may almost die,
but i'll be back, to the cheers of the crowd.