The Saboteur

As the cannon eruptsThe death knell tollsSignaling the end of the warWithin myself============================For by sheer proximityI am unable to maintainA loving focusNo matter how trivial the painMy weapon is set to automaticNever stopping to reloadIgnoring every misfireIntending to be the heroOf one scarred with wearWary of the burdens that weakenEven the greatest of menSo I

The Feeling of Injustice

Bound within a litany of regretStems a feeling of powerlessnessSo powerful as to halt the heavensAnd freeze old man timeIn a fit of wheezesRepeating like a scratched vinylEver reliving the injusticesThat unjustly corrupted my record Now I am mutedLiving as through a bad dubWhere the words that come from my lipsCannot match the hurt within

Wind Moan

The way the wind moansProse a storyOf life lessons learnedMinus love and its glory Within this windSadness residesA remainder of madnessNot even the wind can hide Angered by its lossAshamed to sayThe reason the wind moansBlowing away ©lrthompson

My Fault Line

Teeth barred and jaw clenchedI feel the crawling along my spineOf spiders webs spun in rageBinding and trapping clear consciousWithin the hollow pit of my being My hands begin to shakeAs the fog of war rolls inDefeating reason with wild passionThat leads to a shortness of breathAnd a tightness of my chestUnwilling to acknowledge serenity