about the cruelties, frustrations and insanities of life . . . |
THE ENDLESS AND WRETCHED FLOW I live each day in darkness each night I breathe the light of false humanity I have no hope but the sweat that gathers like putrid waters upon my skin and the life that gathers to devour my flesh --- I suffer, I pray I become closer night by coming day I see the stars and feel the rain hear the screams of lightning crying in the dark I know He's coming soon . . . I live each night with the dream of dreams wishing to sleep but awaken in redness and pain I have no joy but the constant noise of the gnats who please me with their ever-presentness attached to the scent of my life --- I stumble, I fall I call for Him with all the voice that remains in refrains of songs once forgotten in desolate cheer and gloom I feel the breeze scratching what's left to bone alone . . . and better to be than in a sea of distant desparate humanity, fighting: a cause already lost with no clue of how to stop the endless wretched flow . . . I live, wishing not to die but wishing for the end to come I have no dream but the dream of hereafter a smile and that which is eternal and love. 2008 |