The Meeting

Staring deeply while blinded

dried blood streams running through veins,

a slow heart beat in light of adrenalin

wounds bringing numbness over pain


confrontation awaits by passing moon

a truth to be faced head on,

preparing to triumph the tedious gloom

the many lies piled up upon.


trails and paths engulfed by despair

leaving hope near forbid

paths of light creek through the gaps,

leaving room for regrets to be rid.


As the forks converge into one,

a glaze spreads upon from the sun,

over those who dared to face up

to all that looked down in shun.