my journey

pathetic, torn, tired and worn falling deeper and deeper into the cold black hole icy fingers caress my mind at every turn my soul seeks refuge in confused thoughts no understanding of what i need in order to be no person to lead an easier path feet dirty and sore and yet i press on my hope for wings to carry me alive in my quest i cannot name. i clutch desperately at the smile of a stranger will he be the one to give me light? until the moment he has left me bruised and alone by the roadside, i do not realise he has nothing for me for he too searches for the one thing that flatters out of reach to one's despair. will you carry me when i need relief? this i ask the angel i happen to meet our eyes meet and his then rest on my treasures as we walk hand in hand i rest my weary head on his shoulder and close my eyes when i feel his warmth peace beckons my weary soul to paradise as i rest for a while on his broad shoulder a feeling of fear and emptiness sears through me and cuts me to the core i cannot breath for my angel is gone without a sign my treasures so guarded are no more as sweat trickles down my back my body wreaked with shivers i look about in the silent cold night a tear escapes despite myself and my sorrow overcomes me for how will i know again a devil who prays upon me with an angel's face? when all i seek is someone to share my treasure with. with slow heavy steps i look for my path which stretches long into the night and guided by a lone star that shines from so far i continue pathetic, torn, tired and worn....