Look at what I have become
With a glazed eye do I stare upon a mirror image brimming with fear of a creation fashioned without care.
Do my eyes bring together therein images of stolen glances, straying behind a heart filled with obscene desires?
Do these dreams fall from an olive leaf, yet far from even hopes phantom?
Is this not I that loved to watch the sun set against a gruesome sky battering away colours before this twinkling stare.
Is this not I who fondly played in the sand barefooted, building castles for the prince to be
Is this not I who had a smile for every occasion and a laugh for every meal…
But look what I have become
A cold face, a hard strand of broken edges of foregone reality
Do my feet scurry these lands aghast of unbridled lust, ravishing the cores of man’s mysterious past
Do I fear now that love’s edges afar; wherein my mind bewilders on life’s begotten
I have defined laws, and a scoffer to splendour abound, an animal scavenging only for survival yet far from prosperity
I have lived with no love in my heart and no home to arrest times unending mockery
I have found it hard to look outside the darkness of night and yonder the rays of dawn…
Alas! Look what I have become
Baseless infamy of rudderless mind cast upon stone carved walls
A wavering soul prodding the night’s edges, of wanton cries behind Credence’s aloft hand
Dis Truth that bares it vicious tooth upon this tragic vice, a harbinger of lives never to be lived?
Do I then cry, tired; An isle faceless, bare and solitary far from that Divine embrace?
I have made my peace with this world and
I will not live only to die
I fear, yet will I die not knowing how to live…
Helas! This image which I see, bears no witness to he that is me