dim shadows

A silent unrested gasp for air The cold yet gentle breeze awakes. All standing still, as in the eve of an earthquake, All still waiting, in suspense hanging: This was the place that was said The ghosts of the fallen continued to war; A never ending struggle no one named, A never ending cycle no one tamed. One walks through the dim shadows, Walks on, listening to stinging sorrows: Those who would be gone have yet remained Trapped in between, holding on to their passions. One walks through blinded, though not losing step One walks through weary, caring while we all slept, The tell-tale heart pounding within the chest Embracing all emotions, rounding all to rest. In the threshold of a forgotten land One sees nothing ever goes quite as planned: The high has been torn, to the base pushed, The low has risen, in boastful deception. All is nothing – as ever – but sore illusion A trifle of higher creatures loving confusion. One beholds as the same stories come unfold, Witness as no one learns, as hopes have been sold. 17 Jan. 04