August 26, 2006

• No Light

  My heart weeps for better days,

  My eyes remain dry from long ago.

  There is no light from this point it seems;

  No end from this fruitless drought.

   

  Mystical winds blow through my hair

  Teasing me with fantastic dreams;

  Revisiting childhood fancies,

  Until I fall and scream.

   

  I try and try to stay above the poison mist

  But fall deeper in the hole.

  There is no light from down here it seems;

  No end for this morose clown.

   

  Fake the smile to make the grade

  While my fans yell loud and cheer.

  This is no merriment in this man

  To laugh and join the game.

   

  The coldest winters lay in my soul

  Chilling me to the bone.

  There is no light to guide my way,

  Through this wasteland to my home.

   

  This broken traveler that I am,

  Is forever lost to find his way…

  Without light to guide him back,

  To his long lost home of far away.

   

   

  -JJT

   

  26 Aug 06

  3:13 AM

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