Lost XXVII


  

Lost XXVII

All the yesterdays are now gone, left with nothing but scars
So many days alone wondering, does He see the pain in His child’s eyes
No signs given, no sense of faiths relief, all the doubt of a saviors grace sinks deep
Knowing, no one or thing or spirit will ever exist, in this life called Mine
Afraid to face another soul where eyes connect, my sorrow is the disconnect
The broken bones and the cut up flesh does not compare to my eyes that have died 1000 times
My heart, although aching, still pumps with a soft rhythmic beat
You see, I may not believe in God but I do believe in me
The choices I make to stay or leave defines who I am
A being with a free spirit, abused at birth
With memories that have haunted every breath taken since then
Never to forget, the lashes etched in the space of my mind, like stars shooting across the sky
There will be a day when I must part, to leave without goodbyes
My only hope, I take along, is the thought of seeing you in another life
Where skies are always blue
Birds sing for me and you
The only smell in the air
Is the smell of tender loving care
Touch of flesh that ignites desire
Passion born from love and fire
Smiles when sleep takes the eyes
And wakes just as fresh with the suns rise
My only hope, I take along, is the thought of seeing you in another life

Ax