Fragment...
I've been trying to recall my past... For with no past, mistakes are doomed to repeat... I can recall a somewhat of a memory or maybe a figment of imagination... A talk with my so-called father at the time... A man who once held me to cry on his shoulder only I could never cry... A man who told me he was not my real father at such a young age... Somehow I knew this before I found out... Is it a premonition... I am gifted? I am cursed?... But with only fragments and shatters of dreams and memories... mixing and molding to create a confectionary treat ripe for a trick or treat... With candy apples and rasor blades... Dead cats strewn on teephone poles... Why cant no one cherish the life given to them... always a pessimistic reply to stay within the fashion of a worn out decade... I wonder how long I will live til' I see the day of senile... Til the day I forget everything... I do not look forward to the day... I turn my back waiting for the stranger to strike... Stab quick and thorough... Leave no chance... A hate crime... A crime of passion... A cry for help... A simple deny of what is real... Reinventoning one self to form a golden statuete... A bronze ideal to lay to peace a dream of seas and far away countries... I sit waiting for reply... To wait for but an echo of a battle cry... Will I try to see it through... Or fall between the cracks... Sometimes things are meant new... Known... A day goes on waiting for a chance... A child strewn with a history of bad luck and a coin for a concience... I'm lost a guiding light awaits... Is it heaven or hell... Something in between... Something new and unexplained... For the world is not just black and white... most is even gray... A recalled of love and past tragedy... For when it rains from skys so blue a lonely soul walks waiting for a connection... But is left to be the man upon the hill... For send me an angel... I feel it deserved... I have gone out of my way to define a path but have ended at a fork from begining started... For god has turned a deaf ear to so many prayers... Condeming even a select few to purgatory... And eyes glare intense at the back of my head... Shadows and ghosts like my father once told... To grow up with no father but with a bogeyman gleaming over you as a precious object to collect... Debts payed in full... I stand accounted for... Waiting for my moment...
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