Crashed on the rocks of desolation
My hope shattered and lying at my feet
I stare, unseeing, into the distance
Yearning, like a caged bird for freedom.
The memories flash before my eyes
Like a man who senses death's approach
My body grows cold at his very touch
A flower's petals wilting at day's end.
Distorted devils dance around me
Anticipating the moment my soul takes flight
"What heaven will want you now?"
Laughing, they taunt my will into submission.
I fell to my knees as the sun set
Its last dying rays banished by the darkness
Forced to die but yet afraid to live
Running from the unknown.
- 17/Feb/2005
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