"The Messenger"

WHEN DOES IT EVER END? 

THE HEART IS DEAD, THE LOVE IS SPENT  

WHEN WILL IT BREAK INSTEAD OF BEND?

WHEN LIFE IS ENEMY, AND DEATH IS FRIEND.

WHY DO I QUESTION WHAT I DO UNDERSTAND?

MY LOVE SONGS REPLACED BY A FUNERAL BAND

THE VESSEL WILL REST UNDER THE LAND

AND CREATURE TAKE OVER – WHERE ONCE WAS A MAN

I BELIEVED MY LIFE WOULD BE SONG AND ALL DANCE

AND I’D WALTZ THROUGHOUT YEARS, MY LOVE AS MY LANCE

BUT “SOLO” (MY PARTNER), AND LONELINESS (MY GLANCE)

DRY FLESH I CARESS,

WITH BLACK MEMORIES-MY TRANCE. 

OH PLEASE LET ME GO-SWEET PEACE IS MY YEARN

UGLINESS AND PAIN ARE REWARDS I DID EARN

THE “WOULD HAVES” “COULD HAVES” WILL NEVER BE BORN

REGRETS AND MISTAKES ARE THE CROWN I ADORN.

PAINTINGS AND POETRY BY

© SHEILA WOLK 2003

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