Lungs filled with molten lead, not air,
Cheeks burn unsoothed by evening’s breeze,
The ghost of times forgot now tare
Down twilights — felled indigo seas.
Such burnished dreams in chase to meet
From men to beasts your weary steps retreat.
No mountain path before you springs
As moonlit caverns drown your voice,
Meaning occluding. And me thinks
You’ve lost the power to rejoice.
Questions are all yours. Answers — they
Have splintered on the edge of life’s decay.
Dawn hides beneath your mournful eyes
A play of shadows tense entwine
And turn all pleasures into vice.
Where is repentance? Where the line?
Another’s blood varnished your hands,
Now their broken fate a price demands.
In leaving you abandoned hope
That without judgement yours will be
A life with promise new and scope
Unbidden by all else to see.
Never for you will fortune smile.
The guilt is yours and here to stay a while.
From each and all you may have fled.
Like they, you too are broken-hearted
And carry in your wake the dead —
All dreams of better times departed.
Then seek respite in misery
And pray that penitence will set you free.
This one mistake is yours forever.
Another’s end ’round your neck hangs
To cut away the poisoned tether
Atonement only has the fangs.
Lost in your search, condemned by fate
To have forgiveness only when too late.