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.