Jan 2013
Let me twist a dream of her
from glistening gold and sunrise silver
breaking in the East.
Once woven, I will call her Eden,
of only innocence and eyes to see pure,
with no knowledge of the war.
Still hasten I to the land of Nod,
still trod I with head down,
staring at ****** hands
Where is our remorse for love lost?
For a promise broken, I will forever
trudge this hill
as this stone slowly breaks my back.
from glistening gold and sunrise silver
breaking in the East.
Once woven, I will call her Eden,
of only innocence and eyes to see pure,
with no knowledge of the war.
Still hasten I to the land of Nod,
still trod I with head down,
staring at ****** hands
Where is our remorse for love lost?
For a promise broken, I will forever
trudge this hill
as this stone slowly breaks my back.
I have always been fascinated by the stories of Sisyphus and Cain. Sometimes I think I will suffer like them, condemned to wander forever alone.. kinda like the Hulk only less cool.
(Dallas, TX)
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