Get Your Premium Membership

i am here

I speak for many
But not for all 
He was a military veteran
Awaiting a September fall
I put my song in your heart
My heart is your song
Until I crawl beaten
Back into your womb
Days they seem to stretch
For how long
Could I have been wrong
For how long

As I journey 
Through my darkest days 
Of sunshine
Nothing but cold winters 
On my mind 

Enlighten the darkest killer
I died of amnesia 
I don’t want to pray anymore
A forgotten ritual
Seen too many have-nots
Plastered to heavens doors
Remember me
For I shall not return
Remember me
A beggar at arms
Mother’s last scar 
Lost his soul
Seen it slither homeless
As I tempt passion
This cognac in a jar

Journey through 
The darkest sunshine
Nothing but cold winters
On my mind

Seventy-two on clear sheets
Father where can your savior be
Are you comfortably numb
Or numb and can’t find comfort
Living off the hand of a locust
An honest man attempting
To stay focused when hurt
Turnover and sleep
The piano speaks to me  
Violin creeping down my spine
Nothing but cold winters on my mind
As I journey through the darkest sunshine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.