By, Jay McAllister
Been tangled in a thorny patch for many an uncounted day
Trying to beat a path back to you.
I only see a wall of misery that’s in my way.
I am shaking with so much to prove.
Then the raven overhead catches my eye.
I raise my arms above me to the sky.
I wish I could rise above this murky plain.
I want to soar over the turbulence the lightning and the rain.
I wish I could climb from this hole I’ve dug myself.
The horizon far below me, and the world laid at my feet.
If I could rise.
My tests and trials fell and shattered into broken glass.
No “do-over” or second chance for me.
And to those who hindered me while I was weak can kiss my ass.
But the anger here I need it lets me see.
My enraged and bitter eyes turn to the stars.
Then I relax when I think of where you are.
Six billion souls infest this dark and sinking cursed earth,
Six billion isolated points of view.
A single voice calls out for you for all it’s worth.
A drowned out scream buried in the gloom.
Accepting lonely days as normality,
And merely prison walls are all he sees.
© Jay McAllister 2010