this writing relates to thoughts inside a mind after a time of trials |
whispers of the wind As I look thru the window to the fading sky, I feel hallow inside an emptiness I can not hide, my heart yearns for the safety from the embrace of my families arms thru my blood stained eyes a savior is hard to see, if any exist why then has he not heard my cry screaming for a way out? if my plight was predestined not a reason can I fathom, if this is a lesson of life it has sunk deep in my being, more than ever my only wish is to be free from the weight of this burden I carry I confessed my guilt long ago for the crimes I committed the toll I have paid in judgement carved upon my soul if this is justice it has been blinded by societies law from this cell my dreams are haunted by the ghost of my demon who lives on many years after I left him for dead my fight to forge on getting harder to find now I only feel hate boiling into rage consuming my mind revenge the only thoughts I have, retribution paid in the blood of the tyrants who plotted my demise the rules only govern fools who follow with no hesitation never asking the simple question who are you to judge right and wrong? Money is the motive for justice in the court system no mortal man will ever again look down on me as I crawl on this tainted soil I know the tyrants were appointed by there brothers before them keeping the oppression applied to the common man while the rest of the bastards turn there head to look the other way to secure there gain my solstice lies in the memory of the face of my family, to avenge there loss is the sole reason I breath our bond is our blood and my back shall never turn on there soul, my resistence can never fold until I see the tears fade from there eyes from the hurt I have caused I changed the course of our life with choices made with no remorse or thought of the consequences that may come when the full moon of Gemini rest high in the black sky by my will I shall overcome this trial of doom, thru this cross road I will race to right my wrong in the name of my father by his blood I look down as my enemies lie at my feet now my salvation arrives when all who have opposed me slowly rot and die my family looks as the blood on there hands drips from the sky to the earth covering the window from which I now see my clearly my destiny within this moment I know this was a test of my resolve never will I give in, never will I falter, rest assured I only lost a battle, the war is not over as I listen to the north wind howl in my ears I hear the words from my father whispering “my son your sweet revenge is near” |