Myself, Armed Only With a Dying Flame

Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame Dark travels in such a long life early days of hungering strife A child born to fight for it tasting ton of salt in every spit Lost on pathways that breathe my aches Prod me restless as I sever the chase Between day and night and promises I made To myself, armed only with a dying flame Days sinking past like a slow tide no softness, that one could abide As years sent life into a dark spin easy came toughness, pain and sin I have seen more than I ever could Branches of bitterness carved deeply in wood Wandering eyes dismissed them as facades of a man Who fell victim to the ride as the years fell down Is there saving grace if I stop at none I may have foreseen it all but I doubted I’d come To terms with myself and make me turn around From the edge of this cliff and fade away void of sound Then came love trying its very best softness, weakness in every test Blade drawn to parry each thrust to live on never daring to trust Swiftly gone like a bygone air I may be nothing more than despair’s heir Constricted by premises that haunt every corner Shutting my eyes will mean absolute surrender A weak moment, hell bore on down life melted, each day a new frown Love had been accepted with grace she left without a path to trace Sad night , the fight no great cause clocks stopped, universe hit pause Time yielded no forgiving reprieve love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve I was again left to remain I have but myself to blame When the rain comes to ease the pain I know I’ll be whispering your name 12-3-2014 Collaboration write, Robert Lindley and my very talented friend, Jake Ponce. Here is hoping that you may enjoy this humble team effort . Has been my great honor to write with my friend Jake!