I tread alone the dusty tracks,
The world no more a stage.
A dry relief, I see no greens,
Drops saline, count my age.
You smirk at me, in fading dusk,
And tread towards the brighter east.
I beseech, sweet memories implore.
As pricks of time shred my core.
I walk the grime, and trip and fall.
And walk again against the time.
You look at me in a brutal glee,
As I fight with my life sublime.
Many a mile, yet I tread alone,
And my lips still bear an aching smile.
I pray, as I drag my tattered knees,
An ardent wish as I drain my bile.
Let not tears wash hearts seared dry,
May sparks of love endure …
And in those bereft who cry in vain,
Rekindle the hope I implore.
No comments:
Post a Comment