The Endless Path (Part IV)
Sunrise gives way to the same routine,
yet another day in this retched despair.
I still wish I could take it all back,
the blood, sweat and tears I have lost.
My vision has become distorted,
my hope and future, now lost in yesterday.
I have returned to what was once our home,
salvaging through the debris of the past.
I came across a picture that brought forth sorrow,
a year ago today, you smiling in these arms.
What could have happened to the happiness?
Lost, and destroyed in the great fire,
Strung-out, just as me and you are today.
This won’t continue on much longer, I hope,
This beautiful loss, continues to control me.
I keep walking, keep searching, it’s all I can do,
until the weight on my shoulders becomes too much.
I will lay down and attempt to slumber yet again,
left with the forgotten visions of you in my head.
Dawn breaks, time for this cycle to repeat.
I awaken in exhaustion, bathe in the creek,
Prepare for the road ahead again.
With what little motivation I behold,
I keep my feet upon this endless path….

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/17/2009 12:35:22 AM
You voice well the voice of despair and loneliness. Though "The beautiful loss" made me wonder how such despair can cause beauty. But you expressed the sadness quite well. For some reason, the old "Kung Fu" series of the 70's with David Carradine came to mind. Hmmm.....

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