Desolation Road
A lonely man walks a lonely road
His violin’s cries pierce the night sky
Through life’s fire and flames, he marches.
Through snow peaked hills and valleys, he strides.
The tears fall like-
Dandelion petals coating snowy fields
Transporting him in time-
To the places he once used to be
Eyes wide open – unseeing
Longing for the peace of loneliness
Desolation is the place
That leads to his salvation
Desolation is the destination
Solitude is the road
A journey paid in blood
Sanctified in isolation
Salvation – his only succour.
Though the night be black
He walks on golden sands
Through stormy skies
With naught but a sliver of light
To guide his faint steps
Through treacherous paths
Off the cliffs of life
He desires a world
That slips through his fingers
A whisper of a sound
A ghost of a thing
A shell with a soft centre
That will never hold,
And his future slowly morphs
Into a past he cannot forget.
His fevered dreams of paradise
That never comes
Haunts the nightmares
That he blindly runs from
He pushes the boulder of doubt
And like Sisyphus’ –it returns
But to be outside, alone, in the cold
Is better than to be trapped inside
Yet, life marches on,
Heavy as the night,
A burden that breaks
Even the lowly butterfly
Life – The constant refrain
A rushing stream – a waterfall
A chanting like a drum
A cacophony of furious sound
His life – A portrait –
In bland sepia
Devoid of color in
A sea of black and gray
But in his darkest hour
When the night is blackest
He knows the setting sun must rise
And then will come his paradise.
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