Life
The silent war that rages
within my soul is one of enlightenment. A life of loss has transformed my
future into a dead end. The never ending path I follow is scarred with the
impressions of my ghostly footsteps that deepen ever increasingly, with each
journey around this maze of torment. The wounds I have endured still seep blood
through the unhealed crevices of my heart and scream the story of my life. I am
battered, beaten, and broken as I claw my way to that final resting place among
the rotting roots on this trail. I have seen the glow from the moon up high and
it is quite Fancy. She has brought me comfort, as it shines on my weary body
but remains a cosmic beauty to be seen and never enjoyed, like everything else
in life. I have lost track of where I begin and the suffering ends or if there
is even a difference in the two. I was born a person with the same hopes and
dreams as everyone else but didn’t realize until later that I was the
embodiment of Torment. I scratch these words out with the last essence of my
life, in hopes that I will live on in the souls of the beautiful people I never
got to experience. Search for balance and find peace before the reaper becomes
your master.
Ronnie H. Lee 9/19/2014
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