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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