Imprisoned Soul
Falling over, down and under
Falling rain, lightning and thunder
Fighting to see beyond the storm
Heart shattered, pride torn
Reaching upward to climb out
Yet not a soul with every shout
Reaching within to find some light
Empty, dark, a cold lonely night
Deeper and deeper, quicksand comforts
Sinking farther with every effort
Crawling out to gasp for air
Endless walls everywhere
Where is the end to start the new
Opportunities are only a few
Don’t resist what’s meant to be
Only then will your soul be free
Sandman’s
Trial
Sand through the hourglass
Days come and gone
Trickling down without a heart
A mind of its own
Grains as fine as seconds
Moments never captured
Colors of no emotion
Past visions blurred
Cold or hot sand exists
Pain heats regret and hate
Sculpt, but never changes name
Lies, the perfect escape
Sandman’s trial
No sense of reality
Sandman’s trial
Truth has no sympathy
Sandman’s trial
Is never a dream
Sandman’s trial
Nothing is what it seems
At the End of the Road
At the end of the road, withered leaves
fall at my feet
Memories fade, quickly weaken
Carried off out of reach
At the end of the road is a tombstone of a
journey
Paths no longer burden
To seek selfish opportunity
At the end of the road, a mirror reflects
the life behind me
What lies ahead rests
Only on what use to be
At the end of the road, unfulfilled dreams
blind me
My eyes no longer see
What could’ve become reality
At the end of the road, clinging tightly
to what’s left of me
Determined to defeat the final round
Quickly losing my energy
Colors lost in the darkening shade
Sounds drowned by silence
Senses dulled to a painful nothing
At the end of the road, I suddenly begin
living
As I finally live dying