A Lost Walk
Defenseless,
I play with the lion’s paw
as his threatening stance closes in,
my suffocation is a hypnotized scarf
strangling me so tight,
that my wildest dreams are abandoned
and about to burst into nothingness,
that after hanging turbulently in the dark,
In the light..
I can’t recognize myself anymore,
Hoarding down the avenue,
the fallen glass , charades
with the mad Sunday rain,,
as God fights back
the cutting hail of tears
as the lessons crawl
Like serpents out of my sores,
Biting at my heels,
My soul is lost..
And goes it’s own way.
It’s all the same course,
the meal with the most,
a challenge to produce
or add another pony to the day,
Haunting the next slice of reason,
causing lines of worry on my face,
as the crows dance the fire for fame,
and creates notorious clamor,
where the thundering pound ran away,
with my last head ache,
it was yesterday. We bowed to the hatchets
chopping our harvest to zilch,
a craving for disaster.
no explanation for the sacrifice,
it was a pool of missing pieces,
that some said the world could do without?
But to survive is essential,
a worthy cause for the spoon
digging a shallow grave...
I’m that poor ragged switch,
left alone to beat the cold,
changing points of view
with a twitch or two.
Hungry for a purpose
to know of a valuable clue,
of why the hunger never dies,
and discover in time
a peaceful place to rest
in the arms that never cease to be,
a cradle for the lost crimper.
On my journey home
the light stopped shining,
and the path went suddenly dark
reminding me
that everyone does
belong…somewhere,
now I’m hidden in a corner
left to die.
Caught in time,
the Earths last trap finally sets me free,
and my mother dear calls me home.
with a twitch or two.
Hungry for a purpose
to know of a valuable clue,
of why the hunger never dies,
and discover in time
a peaceful place to rest
in the arms that never cease to be,
a cradle for the lost crimper.
On my journey home
the light stopped shining,
and the path went suddenly dark
reminding me
that everyone does
belong…somewhere,
now I’m hidden in a corner
left to die.
Caught in time,
the Earths last trap finally sets me free,
and my mother dear calls me home.
