written by: Vivian Badoni
The old year left in a rush
As the New Year bursts in
Like the Kool-Aid man.
Breaking down my walls
Of trust and faith,
I find myself staring into
The flames of my Deities.
Unable to feel the Silver Moon’s embrace
In this world of Concrete and steel,
My connection to Nature
Is as cold as the invading Cold front.
I sit huddled in a blanket,
Contemplating my next move
As I hear echoes of “Nothing Lasts Forever.”
Nothing. Is just that.
The pain of wondering if they moon
Can see my tears,
Hoping the sun can burn the pain away.
Pain can feel like the sea
Pounding and stinging old wounds
Forgotten.
I pray to the moon as it wanes
To take it all away.
To have the sun to reignite my passion.
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