I do not own the rights to Blow or to the song "Blinded By the Light," a
few lyrics of which were taken for this poem. Also, there is a little hint
of Moonlight, by Harold Pinter in there, which I do not own the rights to
either.
"Another runner in the night"
Seeking refuge with my family
His arms welcoming to his son;
Her cold eyes bitter, resentful.
The howling, wailing sirens
They have come.
They are here for me now.
That was then,
When times were good.
Now all I have are the confines of this cell
And my memories, my bittersweet memories
Laced with regret.
Where is she?
My daughter. My heart. My life.
Is she waiting outside?
Let her in
Please,
Just let her in.
I stoop, pull another weed.
I no longer look into the eyes of the sun.
There is no place for me there.
A cool breeze touches my face
And I feel her presence behind me
A hand grasps mine.
Kristina.
Oh, Kristina.
The only reason my heart continues beating.
The only reason the sun rises every morning.
The one reason I breathe.
The hand is gone.
Kristina
I'm sorry.