I picked myself up
From the mud
I'd been thrown in
Nights before
I caught sight of my face
To see
That the face
Was but another
Laughing at myself
At the death
Of a memory

I release all uncertainties
I relax,
I breathe,
For the first time,
In five years
How long have I been away, I wonder?
How long have these eyes blindly been seeing?
How many milk moons have passed?
How many love letters written,
Which now lay floating on oceans outdated & spinning?
Mastery rests on the shoulders of God's children,
But,
God hasn't been around for some time,
But,
That might be the eyes,
Playing another trick on me

I stagger to my knees
And hold back
A sneeze
I fear new breathe in this world
Worrisome that my time
Is not mine own
To control
I see the troubles of the world
Only as much as I can bear
And tell myself
I will not cower alone
In some unknown lair