Musings of a Wanderer

I am but a traveller,

Trudging through the sands of time,

Quenching my thirst from the fountains of remembrance,

A struggling actor in a pantomime.

 

I have written letters,

Without meaning to send ’em to anyone,

I strew them now on the oceans of past,

Washed away, A past forever gone.

 

I have seen hatred,

And I have seen love,

I have seen the horrors of war,

And the peace of a white dove.

 

I have heard the blackest tongue,

And felt the heart of the dark,

I have seen the edge of the night,

And I have heard the morning lark.

 

I am but a traveller,

On a journey ne’er meaning to end,

Doors open, stairs appear all around me,

Beckoning me to ascend.

 

I am but a wanderer,

Meandering through the sands of time,

Quenching my thirst from the fountains of remembrance,

A struggling actor in a pantomime.

Inevitable

In my mind, I have seen,

The Monster who’s ever been,

Hiding in the closet of my soul,

Waiting to consume me, whole.

 

I have tried to fight him,in his infancy,

Using the sword of cold meritocracy,

He wins each time,whispering in my ear,

“I am, what you will become dear.”

 

I have tried to reason with him,appealed to his heart,

He laughs, “My heart is your heart,”

“Ask it, what it yearns,what it longs for!”

And now I know, I have already lost the war.

 

Days go by, the Monster thrashes to come out, at any pretence,

I try to mount my one last valiant defence,

Drugs go down the drain, so does the alchohol,

I need to kill him, once and for all.

 

He laughs at my optimism, calls it naive,

“You are riding out on penance’s one last wave,

I shall forever be waiting, ready to pounce,

Give back the Dark Prince, his world, ounce by ounce.”

 

“You shall become what you are destined to be,

A Monster, hated by all, for eternity,

That will be your sacrifice for humanity,

That they may sleep peacefully, while you are banished to Hell, for all posterity.”