Fleeting away as arrows free from constraint
are the days I enjoyed with no restraint;
left are the questions, the quandaries that seek,
answers to explain morose days so bleak.
To how the listless, injured, struck down heart
once laden with but toil is now torn apart.

It is nature to men to keep their gait,
and promise glory when in defeat he bathes.
Neither one ever the end of what he sought;
takes never the outcome for which he fought;
self-duty serves the dish prepared too cold,
his fate alas is carved in bone, not gold.

And each dark sign floating in my head
I wish was gone, but strives return instead.
Rings true each full feeling with abandon;
holding fast these hands from action.
They lure me to sleep and worn by song
yet they sing but truthful lies and rightful wrongs.

The noose hangs lightly over the shrill wind,
echoing the moments and times I sinned;
sunlight comes, a glimmer, a ray of light
descends down to bend one’s plight.
And in a hold of black, a silver tear
drops as salvation draws ever near.

I pray I may in my times of grief,
remember that suffering is always brief
in the hearts of those who wish to live;
So sally forth, strong heart, and believe.

Though strength in part I may or not possess,
my own I’ll keep to stay beyond duress
when time demands I show these dreams to see
what truths life and death requires me to be.

January 23, 2010