Every night I feel the cold breeze
Being alone, in the quiet, with memories replaying..
An energy that almost downs me to my knees.
Days are filled trying to find another way
In which to be able to finish what I had started
Finding the other hidden heart
To complete this unfinished soul.
I work my creative magic…
The emptiness starts to chew at my imagination
Shards of dread, doubt, and question stab my being like swords
A moment quiet and tragic.
When will these wheels that hold me in the place I’m at
Finally break free from the quicksands of limit and invisibility
Enabling the launch of my message, soul, and ventures
To newer heights of lighted up Electric Visual abilities?
Teach me a new rout that this older ship must sail
the path to a brighter future and calmer waters….
Allow the bonds of circumstance to break and allow this captive soul, freedom.
Before the sands of sorrow drown him on weakened knees that shall falter?