A Lament of the Heart
A poem from the views of two people…
His eyes
Crimson fear, scarlet lies
Laced by the silver of the anguish in him
Embossed by the times
The bitter redemption
The acidic rhymes
Held by the cold stone walls
Of his past ripe with crime
Felony of blood
An impurity to which he cannot turn back on
Falling apart
Into the obscurity of a broken heart
Shattered so many times before
These are the things
That makes me hit the floor
And cry out
Into the night's bloodless folds
Eternity
Only there to harm, never hold
Maybe in death, I can finally rest
Come to terms with my past
But would it really ever last?
His sobs are as broken,
As the nights he must spend
The pain
The regret
A lament without end
And what is his payment, for years of detest
Friends and acceptance
Strength anew
A strangely soothing crest
Perhaps love once again
Like fifty fateful seasons long, long ago
Release from Fate's ruthless hold
Maybe he is destined to find his peace and rest.
So cold deep inside
And now my frozen heart
Thaws in the warmth of her gentle loving hands
A part of-
Me
Her
Perhaps death is not an option
Perhaps darkness not my kismet
Maybe, just maybe, it will work out
Or maybe it won't
My doubts now diminished
My heart beating full
And on the wind is the coming
Of a new and better time
Though half man and half beast
Possibly life shall work out for me
For her
For existence
And that which has always been mine
The right to live….