….April 9, 2014 4.33 p.m.
My pain is deep
And my mind is weak, its thoughts steep
At the end of a long and weary journey
My dirtied feet and worn spirit can now finally tarry.
Death looks good after this
All the dreams I nurtured all gone amiss
My heart after this journey is shriveled and sick
Waiting and tarrying… the vessel now a total wreck.
I see the moon but it holds no more allure
The stars now long gone limp and dour
Now, nights like these are pregnant with awkward silences
While the morning brings along with it the same old heart redundancies.