Dusk

Changing with time… slowly morphing…

As, my flesh gets ripped off on barbed wires

I move forward…bleeding and bones…

While troubled waters keep flowing under the bridge

The pen refuses to move…

As, too many words block its path

The blinding pain…giving way to cold numbness

While, I close my eyes…and let sleep embrace me

But, in my waking dreams and lonely sojourns

I have searched for solace in your arms…

As, the sands and winds have left their marks…

I stand unrecognizable…battered, but strong

I have picked up my pen again…

To dance, with my rain

And, feel coffee’s bitter kiss

With the forgotten half-burnt cigarette on my lips