A Human Plea

A Human Plea


A cold sweat beads over chilled lines
A body frozen yet not in a tundra
But an oven of earthenware cave.
Defeated and drenched shakes
Takes control in the breaking hours
Before dawn springs light.

The salt rivers run the canyons of muscle and bone
In restless fits of chasing conscious fervidly
Over the rock and swells
Of knotted muscle.
He is lost!
Alone.
Not in solace tonight.
Crowded in his mind with ghosted souls.

A chaosed chorus tortures his buried head
The body attempting to shield its self
In the blanket while melting
Further away into deeper pool.

Moans echo off near by walls
The laments of phantasms
From an epoch of life
Lived almost as a dream.
Once done in angry strokes
Of calculated precision,
A mechanical logic.

Separate from the blood
Beating in his veins,
The surge of them rose.
And crashed on the breakers of time,
Change came as flooded erosion
Of the wall of soul.
A new form stood firm.

Words stretch out as fingers
From distant siren.
At times they carry the culling
Of a lullaby.
Soothing, easing, caressing
Weighted aches and reopened wounds.
A warm touch accompanies the mused beauty
Find those deeply strained sores of the soul.

Yet the salt waters still flow
On moonless moments, under veiled skys.
Taking back their paddles.
Moving the spirits in his surreal seas
Renewing old chants in those ears.
Ears yearning for hallowed actions
To replace hollowed words, even missing ones.

Amidst the moans come please....
Can I be seen?
Human?
Worthy?
Broken and whole?
Alone?
Equal?