resting in the rough again

resting in the rough again

A Poem by Eyudo

Resting in the rough Again

 

 

 

 

 

Back in a place that I seem to remember

Refueling my memories dying embers

This place so brutal and so harsh

The thorn patch next to the sorrowful marsh

 

Violently thrown back in

Somewhere I have already been

I can see the bloodstains I left

Abandoned once more by them

 

This time I wont struggle

It would only bleed me worse

This time I will just lye here

And take my sharpened curse

 

Oh I try to wander for a while

And hope someone to come

But instead I lose my smile

And to the sharp pains I succumb

 

So now I rest a bit

I guess it’s all I can really do

Something don’t feel quite right

No longer am I with you

 

So I lay down on a dirty mound

And let my skin be torn

I start to bleed and the thoughts lead

To their hatred and their scorn

 

I sit up and look away

No one will come, no, not today

The sun brings shadows and it grows dark

A candle in the distances, the only lit spark

 

The light moves towards me

And I can start to see

It is a human

But who could this be?

 

She comes over and sees me once more

As I lay on the bloody dirt floor

She runs over and comes with clapped hands

She helps me to my feet so I can once more stand

 

She comes again thinking I was lost

She traveled abroad searching at any cost

It seem so much more fair

Now that she has answered my prayer

 

She away we walk under the stars

The last cuts from the rough as we leave

One step out of the field into the meadow

I give another sign of pure happy relieve

 

So the blood has dried and the wounds to heal

Finally your touch again is real

We leave the rough hand in hand

Free to roam the happy lands

 

Saved again from the unforgiving rough

You came in time when all else failed

I’m happy with you and that’s enough

Now I’m free and saved by you again

I’m with you until the end

© 2009 Eyudo


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Eyudo

Painesville, the city of pain....., OH



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