In the back of my mind, where the man behind the mask tells me what not to do....

[coreyt]

Today I will not rant. Today, a poem of sorts. To what I do not know, for what I am clueless. But presented nonetheless, words down as I think them.

As I was walking down my road
I met a woman, in darkness clothed.
She spoke no words yet I heard her cry,
For her too good, too sweet to die.

I see her, her hair one jagged line,
She brings her eyes and they meet mine.
Not if Death pursued me would dare I run,
So ask I Why weep, O child of the sun?

She draws herself a breath, unsteady and fast,
The breath that hopes that it may be the last.
The breath returns, and brings to me these words;
Never the Children again see the joy of the birds.

The birds shy away, for their simplicity sees,
The death of a nation that I carry in me.
It shall be born into a world already beyond the mend,
The world that will give in so easily to the unexpected end.

Surely she saw the enigma in my mind,
Knowing I would not be the one that would find.
Finding the answer she knew that just could not be,
No final absolution for the one who could be me.

She moved on, walking down that road,
The woman I met in darkness clothed.
I felt mourning that relief was not I,
For this woman who would rather choose to die.

And then the dream escaped my mind,
No more the thoughts will take my time.
I shake it from me, memories do I balk,
And I open the door, take the road, and I walk.

Follow. Follow?
Lead.
away