The Sigh of Misted Breath

So battle weary am I.
Scars have written their story
in Sanskrit across my back.
A blood-stained hand print
splayed on a limestone wall
will mark this time and place.

I dance the ceremony of ghosts
swirling through the path of swords
of another day, barbarians waiting
at the gates of my thoughts
refusing to be banished
begging, begging, begging

to be let in for they are starving
for more misery and loss,
but I have no more to give.
I long to be the moss-covered stone knight,
hands placed on the hilt of my sword,
to rest in dust beneath the cold carved effigy

of a deep hollow-eyed silence
that will breathe life into my soul
and release the light that has been trapped
within weakened flesh and bone.
I await the coming of the final blow
as I listen for the sweet sigh of misted breath.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I got goose bumps reading this… this feels like a metaporis gem depicting someone who is seeking forgiveness to chase away the ghost of guilt.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you...It's always nice to know something you write evokes a response in someone else. I appreciate you sharing that!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Yes it most certainly.

[Devesh]

Loved this poem! The imagery you used in your poem is quite eclectic and paints a very interesting picture in the mind of the reader. What I liked the most was the feeling of hope that is embedded in the last few lines, it feels good for some reason. Great writing! :)

[icelandicblue]

You are very kind. Thank you for taking the time to read this.