There you sit, riding the path of those desolate dreams,
upon the sunken tracks of oblivion, your sanity screams.
Shake away the dense smoke of those now aimless desires,
relinquish those otiose visions to the realms of destined fires.
Be calm, the time for panic has come crashing upon cracked concrete,
the embodiment of the reality that you have surrendered to defeat.
Beside you, clinging to billowing flames, lies the carcass of your mind.
Cinders of desperation couple with crisp skeletons, now, your shrine.
Embrace the emptiness of the dark journey down the tracks of deceit.
Cascading into moonbeams that contradict the dimness so replete.
Oh, the disconsolate smile meshes with the emasculation of all hope,
as blue-gray midnight vapors of anarchy with demonic screams elope.
Pale thoughts weave their presence into midnight strewn insanity,
dangling from the waves that strangulates the existence of vanity.
Blistered sky, hot with oceanic storms, can't deny the raging psychosis,
as this your sardonic efforts dissolves into denial of even osomosis.
Twigs thrive from the cracks of your burdened soul into obsidian smoke.
Fractured and faltering, though you may be, reach upward to invoke,
the natural strength of all the convictions that beseech you to stand.
Ride the darkness back into the light, for your life is yours to command.
Marjorie Joyce Leslie
01/30/09
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