Thursday, September 18, 2008

inspired by Odysseus.

I am
the withered leaf caught
in iron rakes, the
land of eternal gloom,the
infertile eyelid
wrung out of its last
beads of grief.
I am
the agonized soul
that wanders forlorn,the
shattered mirror that yields not my
reflection but a broken
million faces of my wife, my son and my own
heart. I am
I fall.

Every flicker of hope
brings me closer to my ruin.