Living In a Tear

Has my breath of life expired? My will congealed No longer is there a fire ablaze, only a mere pile of smoldering ashes Waiting for a gust of hope from a van of an angels wing to Reignite me!! I don’t believe in quittances. I’ve grown mute to the whispers that surround me Thoughts in braille; unfelt Unbeknownst darkness has stolen my sunshine A cuddling pet name, once adored, now froths at the heart The patriarch is old and withering; yet still carries the vigor & roar of a young lion And here I stand on charred timber limbs Tar seeping from every pore, collecting me into this web of darkness Too many years I’ve wasted in this labyrinth, drowning in my own womb; wishing for some knight to free me my from the entanglements No longer am I willing to live in this catacomb, amongst my skeletons and beloveds Trapped in this dark maze, I must rip through this veil of dust and find my way back to the garden