Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Where do we go from here?

We have been there before, maybe once,
or even twice. You are doing this for your sons,
even though they are nothing more but a dream,
that you seem to chase, I see that gleam
in your eyes, determined to make a difference.
Slowing down the pace at the other side of the fence,
nevertheless - at times I’ve seen in them that agony,
“that shackled hope restricted in me”.
I wish I could show you a better way,
a living, lived for the living each day.

We begin at dawn with, “once upon a time
I used to be, trying to find something to call mine”.
Taking a first step in the right direction,
the second showed your sincere affection.
A prayer in the name of the Great,
pure is the heart pristine from hate.
The only trouble that makes me stutter,
that seems pouring through the gutter;
my neighbourhood neglected her and him,
a life left alone comforted by sin.

We carry on as if we were promised a future,
that we were unable to behold, unable to nurture.
The beautiful soul entrusted to your care -
did you dare to be fair or am I another nightmare,
that you’re unable to count to your own.
I wish the disappointments in my chest had not grown
now that I’m unable to shake off the pain…
another generation left to believe “it was all in vain”.
“Who are you?” identity left them in fear.
Where do we go from here?

We set with the sun to rest,
avoiding the bitter taste… to detest.
Do you remember those days, and your ways,
thinking “why do I even bother”… crossed the boarder,
no relief but a sigh… “why do I even try”.
We reason… for no reason,
sincere is the tear… shed simply you cannot bear.
As long you fear… trust thee, the Almighty is near.
“Who are you?” identity left me in fear.
Where do we go from here?

Pen 'N' Paper
Copyright © 2012

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