Roman Wilderness of Pain – Cycle Seven: Day Fifteen

I find I’m looking out again,
The car at rest on broken ground.  
My body’s there, a mass undone,  
It’s drunk, baptized in blood.  
 
The tree remains though scarred and still.  
Car, hissing steam, October night  
Has pinned me in and trapped my life,  
Yet here I stand looking.  
 
Beyond the tree a life extends,  
A short run to an open cliff,  
The next abyss, the next begin,  
Or simple blackness find?  
 
And to it’s left I see Her there,  
The C(K)ali girl that I could chase,  
With music, song…but still, the cliff,  
Though further off, but still…  

And to the right in vailed mist,  
I cannot see the future’s hold,  
I hear Her voice in words I craved  
Before I broke my soul.  
 
Her face appears but just once more,  
Adrift in final words announce,  
And then just mist of the unseen,  
The car, the tree, the lack.  
 
On my periphery, I hear  
The coming sirens’ subtle song,  
My body seems to stir alive,  
It’s time for my return.  
 
I will not send my gifts tonight,  
I’ll leave our ghosts to find their paths,  
I will not beg for other life,  
I will abide, I will…  
 
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