As the mourning waves crash
Over the rocks and crying shores,
The fading sunlit heaven seems
To be closing in.
My heart feels as if
It just can't be held in,
Held just to set a beat.
It wants to run free,
Like how my dying feet
Used to be.
Seems as though the
Rain falls above my shoulders
Just to cleanse these weeping boulders.
Frail, blunt, abject.
The eyes of the storm,
And the words of the whimpering crows,
Finally silences as skies drift in for a worthless night.
Non-needed, abilities receded.
This is the life of open strife.
Torn down barriers,
Waves crashing in towards your land.
Yet not even one lends an amending hand.
August 10, 2010
