The Ghosts of my past.

February 25th, 2010-Just Around The Bend

A slight shaving of inspiration

A small amount of sheer dedication.

Mountains of glittering gold fill your eyes;

Stronger than the sun’s light, there is no disguise.

Fields of desperation, heal their ancient wounds;

A godly figure has emerged, from our worldly ruins.

Do you see what you have done? Crucified upon this land,

I look up at the cross, and once again, alone I stand.

I smile, as I look straight up, wiping their spit from my face.

And their failed attempts at humiliation, them being the only disgraced.

I stand for the one, who’s already given me his life.

This everlasting salvation; it must come with a price.

If I give Him only my current everything, as he’d once done for me;

Then he will take away my blindness, and beauty will I see.

And I pray for my murderers, upon my dying breath.

My hands folded, beneath my head, and I mutter the rest.

Into an everlasting light, I will eventually ascend;

For my Lord is waiting for me, just around the bend.