Endless battles bath me in Blood
Imaginary enemies and unsure victory
Like a puppetry drama, out of hand
To my numb hand hand the glory
Desert marathon with no end
The tape an ever moving mirage
Cheered by dust and the scorching sun
On the desert sand pan, my feet burn
Dreams imagination and mental creation
A dead valley, no chance of resuscitation
Iced and sealed in frustration
A ribboned delivery of condemnation
Wadding in the muddy seamless swamp
Swallowed in the silt every second step
Gasping for breath among the reeds
A mucky paradise of the slimy skinned toads
Take me home Yee who claims my soul
I've spent my all and about to fall
Bid me in victory to ride
With my scars smile in pride
No comments:
Post a Comment