Lost .

Lost, are becoming the possibilities of

– as swords strike vengefully at the soul of

– as knifes, painfully pierce the fragile heart of

– as words of mass destruction blow up all hopes of

– as all the above has added to the putrefying, decaying of

– as they all dissolve ( like acid )away, leaving nothing left of

what might have been acceptable, and in time might

have become rays of hope, curing all, in the, suns light

dissipating the shadows that haunt the darkness of night,

your worlds, from the past, that create all your strife,

leaving so very little left, for expressing, and living life.

 

I realize, that in all your frustration and pain,

the only way to feel strong, stand tall and gain

is to dump on others parades, with a deluge of rain,

that upon them, leaving your mark, will be a stain

for all to see, to believe, and that belief to maintain,

as you sing your dirges to them, to me, to all you refrain.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

August 28^th 2003