The People Behind My Eyes

Here in your light
Where you took me from her
You swear her grasp will mean nothing, but
I find no grounds for this claim on hope
When day has failed to break the night or
Immobilize its forces and stall its return.

I find no refuge from past days in silenced light.
No quiet, only voices that haunt.
No streams rushing in with waves of peace.
Only wreckage from ships long lost.

Each wave crashes one against the other,
Insistent that it find me first.
Impatient with thirst for assault
Always unsatisfied with the results.
Like a tidal wave is comes
Bringing stones who befriend stones with spiny little things
To compete for title “Champion Who Taunts Thy Soul”.

Hard, fast, angry and hungry,
It never seems to tire.
Surely you will tire, dry up and disappear.
Never will that happen when lakes find their path to rivers
And rivers to the mouth of an unquenchable sea.

Knight in Shining Armor you declared, “The light is on.”
In your victory ride you flaunted the flag of conquest
Having never prepared for the biggest war of all,
Stop the tide,
Calm the sea and
Rescue me from me.

The Rescuers Light (she may be gone but I’m still covered in darkness)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008-10:45PM EST