An Ivory Touch - Poetry by Zachary Young

VII - ARDOR

I walk through the park

trees surround me

cover me in dark

with their blanket of leaves

I walk on the gravel

I hear screams in the background

It's as if the devil

released his children, in bones bound

I feel stones pierce my feet

A requiem of piano tunes

plays at the suns last heat

a fog arises, on the grass one finds dew

we must go further

on the never ending path

of lightning and thunder

also known as destiny's birth

I guide myself down the trails of blood

they cover my skin from toe to head

I leave prints in the dusty sand, but

my left behind mistakes are what I regret

we must go on

we must persevere

we mustn't run

just accept and forgive it all now and here

Ignorance is a path you choose

Forgiveness is a trait you desire

Faith is what we all eventually lose

in ourselves, when we sit around a lifetime bonfire

Hope is what we bring upon ourselves

Loss is a side effect, unimportant, we can heal

Euphoria is a single chance that falls

from heavens in a dark pit of grieve with which we all deal

I step along a lifetime road

with gravel in my shoes

with darkness on my skin, like a coat

with emotions we can't control

It's a game we all eventually lose