XI "The Burden"

The widow stands on the foot of my bed

Bleak the corner of my eye

A vile figure stands near my head

Wrists untied of vies and alibis

 

 

The lies, regardless, tonight I fight

Through another trench

Flying, falling, ominously I write

My feelings carved in an ocean trench

 

 

Taking apart the engraved bench

The night time birds fly away

Cutting it with an axe and a wrench

Trying to find another prey

 

 

Forbidden feelings I shall never forget to deny

Of a time that was, a time of light

Forgotten truth, I live through a lie

Of birds, wings, and candle lights

 

 

Burning another wing day by day

To catch my inner marrow

Had torn me apart leaving me gray

Wishing I can try tomorrow

 

 

A single third mind whom has no say

Selfessly holding a burden

Killing birds for the broken heart's sake

Only to forget I am blackened

 

 

I fight the inner demon without screaming

Silence spoke louder than words can say

No signs of hope nor signs of beacons

Loudly whisper what traced today

 

 

Another prophecy, of another lost page

Doubts in beliefs and articulation

Gestures of philosophy, a feeling through phase

Contiminated my route to salvation