Mirage

“Mirage”

All the trees are dying.
All the tears are falling now.
The river is dry and without souls.
Can you see where they drowned—
Where they tried to pull me down?
Their faces haunt my sleep.
I cannot forget what I have done.
Even if I turned back the time
I could not stop these beings
From between the dreams and the world
As they remind me of errors I cannot let go.

All the trees are dying,
Though autumn has not come.
It’s just another future
I wish I could run from.
Who would guide me
Through these phantoms?
Can anyone tell me
It is just a mirage?
Someone I would believe?
These souls wrap around my own
When I hope I can run away.

I want to forget—
To neve hear that voice again.
When I forget, something calls
Upon me to remember
And the sentence returns
To lock me again
In this prison behind my eyes
Where there is a tale I cannot tell,
Should you wish death upon me.

Would anyone guide me?
Someone I might believe?
It’s all just a mirage
That I keep running to.
What is it about this mirage
In this desert of unrest
That calls my thirst?
Would anyone guide me
To the other side?
One whose hand I would hold?
These souls—I am not one of them,
But they claim I am…they say I am…
Is there anyone who can silence them?
One whose hand I would hold?

© 2022 Marten Hoyle