Journey.
Steel Blade through a windpipe.
Crooked, cracked, as far as the eye can see; A flight of stairs beholding me.
Lungs thrashing for breath; caved in solitary confinement,
Pursuing salvation; a futile atonement.
Distant beam, flickering whimsy; unattainable
He heaves and hauls through his untainted agony.
His tumbling heart; dropping, attempting to scream
Yet nothing, no answer to his prayers; as ever so often it seems
Not a tear nor sob; not even a smothered whimper
Drowned through roaring waves, and the distant bellow of thunder.
Ever had that falling sensation? Sinking in Midair?
Ever felt excruciating anguish? A pain you fail to bear?
Astray are those with no yielded road to follow….
Abandoned to perpetual anarchy; where triumph and glory is hollow.
They live their lives in vain pursuits, beneath shiny masks and adequate suits
Shall this mark the life of our desolate traveler?
A glitch in the system, or regular brick in society structure?
his momentary struggle a sign of his weakness? Is
Or is he simply a lost soul doomed to disaster?
Before getting carried away with his fate
It's time to remember his grueling race…
His turmoil overwhelming, not a soothing touch or aiding hand
His ailing sense of abandonment; a burden he can no longer stand.
Submission is now the key, relinquishing the path of hopes and dreams….
But right when he's ready to surrender, a sign compels his forfeit to hinder
And praise the lord, a glimpse of light appears
Slowly, steadily; obliterating qualms and fears
Suddenly facing a peculiar new world
He can not help but shed his tears, as a new born exits his womb.
