With raw eyes I view life
scalding tears, frozen stares
The companions to memoris sliced
from a mind grown old too soon.
Wanting to find a youth lost
the what-ifs plague and entice.
Counting upon the scars and cost
a deep backwater black lagoon.
Draw in a breath, feel the beat
a heart wretched and guilty.
A tear falls, then repeats
'neath the glow of a cold moon.
Yet the dawn does come again
to chase shadows from the mind.
A chance to wipe away my sin
a promise of sleep at dusk does loom.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2019