another long day –
Sun setting in the west;
black clouds hang like fog
around my thoughts & I.
deep & dark –
in the depths of my humanity;
I stumble, crawl, & make my way
across the thorn strewn pathways.
blood seeps from my wounds –
anger & frustration fill my soul;
anguish from my consciousness
twists and pulls at me.
Hells Angels lurk in & all around –
licking at my heels;
dim light filters through the forms & blackness,
eyes and stomachs watch me from a distance.
my journey is treacherous & far –
the distance . . . unfathomable;
hands, knees, & feet are callused –
my clothes are bloody, sweaty, & tattered.
my supplies are wearing thin,
Death may be close by now;
however & forever I will
I will search for you . . .
my love.
wil becker
1997.07.08
