Author Information
Destiny
Folder:
Published Works
My heart is tired. My words are like
wandering sentences rambling on an
empty page in search of a conclusion.
I seek an answer to a truth more
confused than a lie. To wander freely
and yet still appear in disguise. My
thoughts are blood red. My dreams
are silent with the shadows they have
bled. Whimpering smoke from a half
lit cigarette flickers across my face as
I review the daily events. I am kept solid
in a pure crashing wave of a karmic touch
that lingers lightly in my mind. Holding firm
in an embrace I welcomed but yet was
afraid to claim as my own. My soul is
awake, stripping away documented evidence
of a ruthless form that manifests my destiny.
My heart is tired and so I whisper goodbye.
Another wonderful and thought
Another wonderful and thought provoking write, very well stated.
Vive le Quebec libre!