Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?

She shaped me
And molded me
As I laid numb
She stole my soul
An amount of gold
And of course
She had her fun
And now
The strings of my life
Dangle from her hands
I am but a piece of wood
Formed to be her man

Things have been rearranged
There're not as they were
Universal disruptions
Right here on earth
Memory recalls
Stripped from our minds
Where ever life leads me
I note it in rhyme!

Stacks of memories
In a recycle bin
Pulling 'em out
Putting 'em in

Remember whens
Where we like to go
Never forget 'ers
Imprinted on soul

Lost in piles of files in flesh
Moments we were not at our best
Dark nights come and slowly fade
Until grey matter triggers spark replay

Up front the nows
The essence of living
The thankfuls to be
The resentful misgivings

The never forgets
Forgives and regrets
All the wins, the losses
The deaths
  
Yet there's still plenty of room
For those good memories
We haven't made yet...

Unfolding like spell
old man with grey hair spoke
My eyes fixated on his lips
and ears open to hear.

He whispered, as if wind
was infused in notes of song
and wisdom shadowed his back.

He echoed as if bird
was hiding within
sharing melodic song
that meshed with heart.

“We are ancient spirits
temporary housed in vessels for souls.
Potions within must be poured
so our Merlin selves can be free.”
He paused took a drink of air
and continued.

“And some day all shall fly
to illuminate stars in vast universe
inside grace to unite with God.”

With that... he disappeared
giving comfort to my suffering self
which is only an illusion
waiting to be explored and conquered.