What is it that time has foretold
I need a stranger
In the darkness of this night
Whom shall it be
Where shall I go
Its ideas like this
That I can barely hold
Send me away
For the shadow I cast
Is Not My Own
And who is this
I beckoned before
This is not a trial
But merely A Life relived
Who is it
That passed along this sin
I wander down this dark alley tonight
Reliving all I know
And I will once again raise my fist,
And thrust this bloody stone
Run from me,
Should the darkness come
I am not the man I seem
Pray daylight unfolds
And it is yet another dream.
Brilliant ..love it..
Vesna..
You write of deep darkness but with so much inner heart, so loved this write, quite a gem, Blessing's Valerie