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