"Dark Angel of My Nature"

From the pavement where my mind walks

Stretches a painful vista of devastation

My life’s loneliness, heartache’s wrecks

I am followed by a shadow of ruins.

There is no sound of inner feelings

Only the stillness of my emotions catacombs

My footsteps toward reality fall dull

Silenced on a deserted sidewalk.

A funeral procession of inner inhibitions

Seem interminable, they stretch for miles

My unheard screams echo against dead walls

I have fallen; I only see a black and blue horizon.

I somehow get to my knees, trying to see the light

Only, in a sadden melancholy way, am re-shuttered

Life’s constant haunting is in constant pursuit

On and on, hour after hour, its task is to cover my retreat.

Day to day, their daunting lines are alternately forming

Fighting, regrouping, making for one continuous battle

My mind asks me, "Why are you running?"

And I answer, "I’m running because there’s no where to hide!"

Still running, as-if incapable of fatigue

From this somewhat peculiarly viewed behavior

I, at last, discover that my soul is wasting away

The last bits of my life are finally exhausted.

I am relieved, no more necessity to guard my sanity

What’s left of me moves aimlessly from point A to point A

Nothing is no longer needed for life to render its triumph

No peace will ever be made with this infamous invader.

Copyright ©2007 Tinka Boukes & R. Lance Sheridan