A never ending dream

 

Dreams of, a desire.

A heart set on fire.

 

Stuck in quagmire.

Laid upon a funeral pyre.

 

End of the tunnel, light

upon a heart in plight.
 

Wings clipped, no flight.

End of the tunnel, no sight

 

for this heart, that might

have known love, to write

 

of the glory, once again,

not of heartache and pain.

 

From this I must refrain.

Spilled blood that doth stain

 

the purity of a love

that came from above

 

the dregs of old age,

left upon this page.

 

Rolling down beams of time,

emotions laid out in rhyme.

 

This path I must walk alone.

For my sins, I must atone.

 

B. J. “A” 2

January 16^th 2015