Soliloquy

With the absence of trusted names
Along with all disparity,
My hands melt in the burning flames
Of the ideas tormenting me.
I cannot wait to seek an end
Of things or words I can’t amend.

Twilight falls in sporadic ways
Across the paths of faithfulness.
The nights are longer than the days.
I’m left to vacate the abscess
And debris of my darkened soul
Way past the measures of control.

My heart turns to its rightful place-
A thousand miles from the sea.
An obliging part now of this race,
Shatters into stakes of three.
The nightmare ends, the day begins;
No choice now but to cleanse my sins.

Sins long in the realms of coherency
Edge past the barriers of self-doubt,
Call out my name in the dimming spree
Of joylessness. Now, up and about,
I straddle on the naive delight
Of seeing the fireflies at night.

The leaves roll in iridescent ways
As the zephyr builds its lines,
My eyes seek movement to appraise
The covert meaning of these signs.
I walk unbridled and leave behind
The fairness of a war gone blind.

Justice delayed is often denied-
The world asserts it as a win.
The dream is far from having died
Though another blow to the chin
Will steel my nerves further still
And test the resolve of my will.