Cynical smile
Cold stone heart
Cracked inner core
Unrelenting bursts
Of anger
With love’s cool waters
The fire subsides
Distant, but here
Treading through
Life’s seas, Sailing
In thought’s breeze
Grasping, holding
But no luck
The cards stacked
Against my favor
Where is my captain
My driver, my stead
Why my longing
My greed, my need
He’s gone forever
He never was.
Over and over searching in vain
What is the agenda
Where are we going?
Crazy-
I once thought.
Sane? just maybe.
What about the others
What ones?
Where are they?
The simpletons
They’re hiding out in the gray.
How many of us have looked at it?
What did we feel?
a calming sense of being
Insignificant?
a sense of wanting
To know the stars?
What is this creature
This thing, this man?
I see only the ripped
Torn, worn, burnt
Sewn together remains
Of a child.
Broken body
Borrowed time-
A little sadness
A little pain, a little party.
A little
Just a bit more eh?
What does the master need-
Little gain.