With each mornings shaft of light
I begin my conflict of words, sometimes
I let the tears fall and sadness engulfs
me. Sometimes I smile! I tell myself to
“hush”; it is too late my soul dies further
toward the end as time goes on.
Sometimes I am weak, my heart locked
away too long? Thoughts are concealed,
feared, live and move forward out of blame.
The heart beats on as the voices in my head
feed from the heart with each beat. My words
continue quarreling with my mind.
Has life been no more that random destiny’s?
How lighthearted my life has been, lies,
lies to keep the outside world in dumbness.
Daily I drink from the cup of dissension,
and erratic thoughts, words, look into my soul,
despite pending doom I float thoughtless in
the river of my life with my words clinging
to my throat like gnarled fingers.
Buried in the cesspools gathering on the
shore the river flows with ambiguity. Life is
eternally blind! My words flow from within,
buried in knowledge, found by fire. The
mystery of my heart beats, words line by line.
Am I worthless. Hour after hour the
words demand power, read what pulses
through my veins.
Life flows, arrives and moves on, from
morning glow to evening sunset; it winds
through the valley’s filling with expression.
The words, a story from the hours past, they
rise from within to the page swirling in the
cesspool at the river’s edge. They cannot move
on into the river of life, they must remain as
the past. I wait for the morning shaft of light