Rest My Weary Eyes

I do begin a day with a damp reminder

of shedding tears in a dream

a night when I might scream,

if awake to feel the emotional disorder

of my life

like a knife

cutting through every element as I might breathe,

countless days holding hope in an empty sheathe.

~

If for a moment we all might travel backward,

have another view, another chance

those changes we would sure enhance

to gift us a better light, without the years absurd.

~

Having hollered at the moon, and begging for the sun

while dipping below the horizon to give me one

opportunity to replay the old tapes in my head,

those I would cling to rather than ever get ahead.

One time I can vividly remember the epiphany

the simple solution to the troubles that so many

of our lives are built around due to economy

lost inside the aching heart, lost soul – is me

~

We walked outside in the rain, common our lives

hide the tears, let the world seem far less alive.

© Scott F Savage 8/2020

Published by a quiet man

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