04-09-2012, 07:29 PM
Damascus drifter into day, I saw a seering light: I may die.
Shutdown. Monitor and consider. Not dead yet.
I dreampt of war and waterless days. My friends, my children, my wife.
Abandon thought. All is well. I look around.
Damn this pain that never leaves. There will be no remission now.
Compare. I walk and talk unaided. Reconsider the threat. Normal.
Anger is becoming part of me. I lose the control which I once espoused.
Examine. The easy years have slipped away. Adapt and live constrained.
Sleeping is the nights's revenge against the raid of light. So I sleep my days away.
Modify. What purpose now in wide-eyed wonder? What is left to see? Sleep on.
Body imperfect strains to pace that part of me which youth recalls.
Restructure. Jettison all worthless hopes. Prepare for new age.
I am saddenened by the plight of others, crying tears of empathy.
Accept. Accept. Accept. Others will soon cry for me.
My love. She will die in my mind like a flower, yesterday's beauty buried
In the shrivelled remains of tomorrow's memories.
Rage.
Tectak
2012