Resurrection

Eye’s open to darkness, I’m afraid,

I can’t scream my voice is num, impaired by the fog; my vision hide’s what’s beyond my sight,

Legs that know longer move, I search for my silo wet so that I may see, a vague image of my own self,

I plead with sanity, an my soul, its toll is more that I can bare,

Blood drips from a wound discovered by default,

My on thoughts scare me,

Into a state of continues belief, I am in this alone,

Abandon, my compass hands point is various direction, north is not north, nor south, and east is not my home,

West calls me, my heart feels warmth in that direction, but still, it is unknown to me, darkness cover’s the moon, a vague memory, of a life I long for, but it has forgotten me,

Cry no tears repeats it self,

My spirit conceals itself in the deep woods, but I can still hear, Pounding waves crashing against the rocks, smell its scent, it draws me,

Torturer of the unknown keeps me here, I am doomed, bound by a soul I know longer possess,

I contemplate the existence of the man that lived, loved, adored, and held life in its grasp,

Memories of the hear an know confuse this mind, but not the body that long to hear a whisper, a voice that speaks beside its own,

I play no longer with life, for it is not mines to capture time, only remember it’s hour glass that poured my past present and future in it,

I crawl not as a boy but a man, crawl to the woman that lives for me, my hope is but of a struggle for, this life that I will not allow to creep past me,

Leave me be I say, insanity pass me by,

I shout resurrection is my life, my will, and my benign,

I am the man behind the rock,

Of the here an know,

Of this, belief