And sometimes
The wind blew
Ever so brutally
In announcement
Of fear’s arrival
As it seeped from the walls
Of the fortress
That became a prison
And into our quivering hearts

Once they were remembered
As beauteous blue-eyed angels
Who assiduously
Served the creator
Once thought of as the holy ones
Who shone the brightest
Free will and they chose evil
The fallen and their father
Whose actions
Gave way to torment
All the unpardonable sins
They committed
In the age
When atrocity prevailed

Now all they seek
Is retribution
Sparse and angry
Gliding in the skies
With rayless halos
And ruptured wings
Listen as God cries
At what has become
Of his creation.

We fell prey
To the illusion
Of open doors
And progress
Bound misfortune
With each passing day
We are turning into statues

Eyes wide open
In procedural anticipation
This could be the year
The light descends

In our wait
We know someday
The horizon will tire
Of our gaze.

In the twilight of dreams
The hollow corridors echo
Louder than ever before
The walls are smeared
In nostalgia
Memories creep in
And congests weary minds
Of youths stripped of youth
Circumstance makes
The heart grow old

In our refusal
To lay down our arms
To the hollow
We march onwards
Like intrepid lions
Cognizant of unkind truth
The way is long
If we crumble now
We may never recover.

I grew old writhing
In manufactured sadness
My being felt the burden
Of regret
The sting of confinement
Plundered the reservoir
Of optimism
That resided deep within

The mirror image
Of my substance
Was merely a worn-out facade
Blinded by fury

One day
I took a deep breath
And sat in my kingdom
Of agglomerated nothingness,
Forever.

Severed from reality
Kept hidden
In my kingdom of grey
I tire of this horror
Do these four walls feel
The wrath of my violent sighs

There is beauty
To be discovered
In the wilderness
Of life
Even then
The ferocious storms
This world creates
Are not to my liking

The answers I seek
Are neither there
Nor here.

Remains of who I was
Are splattered back down
The long winding  road
Breadcrumbs I subconsciously
left to follow back to myself
are long gone
Blown away by the wind

Feet stuck in the grit
Soon I will be in motion
Motivated by what
Maybe a delusion

One hurdle crossed
A thousand more to go
Miles to go before I can breath
Many many miles to go
My spirit is waiting for me
On the other side
The beginning of a whole new
life
Body will meet soul
I will be whole
I will find glory
So I can move among gods.