Toy Soldiers Walking
I see the soldiers walking, their heads held up high
Through the hills of no return they ride, guns in the air
A simple game of cowboys and Indians, just like the kids have played
Though the kids had no idea, that green soldiers can stain red
Could I take an apple from a tree
and hold happiness in the same hand?
A hole – would its depth satisfy me?
Or should I dig even deeper?
Are you an angel?
Did you fall from the sky to save me?
Then I must be a demon.
A messenger of darkness.
I’m a prisoner, locked behind the bars of reality.
Reality is the devil.
Watching me work, watching me bleed.
Reality’s cruelty gives birth to a dream.
Blind Wanderer In A Dark Forest (Sonnet 10)
Children fall in rains of December
Autumn leaves turn silky and soft
They make me think and try to remember
What light this world has given and lost
Forever Lost (The Wall Of History)
I’m walking in a dark alley.
Can’t even look eye to eye at my solution.
I see markings in the walls- and in my heart I know
they were there for me.