Calvary: Part IV
Lost in my daze, I stare straight ahead
As day’s lazy warmth creeps into my dream;
When high noon drifts by, my clock strikes a scream
And startles the sun that stares overhead.
The trees by the roadside shrivel away,
Scorched by the ire of the afternoon sun,
Which glares in terrible rage as I run,
Furiously chasing the end of the day.
I sail through the hours on the sun’s stale breath,
Till the stifling heat slowly sputters and dies,
Then I pick up the night when it falls, but won’t rise;
There’s no better time to contemplate death.
I once again stumble down the dark path,
Where ghosts from the past are waiting for me,
Though I know in the end the nighttime will flee
And leave me alone to face the day’s wrath.
So the endless circle of night and day
(Two sides of a loaded coin the Fates toss)
Keeps us alive though we’re pinned to this cross,
To weep and to suffer until we decay.
Copyright © Henrique Oliveira | Year Posted 2018
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