It's "Reigning" Again

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreau

Image: etsy.com - Emerald Throne In Heaven

tied in a tourniquet of hemorrhaging time

wrapped in an etching of eternity

a twilight zone of steeped loneliness

i scrounge through yesterday's meritless trumpery

searching through relics of someone else's past

anything to get me through today

clinging to a seemingly broken promise

the change from spent emotions jingling in otherwise empty pockets

a bent, aching back strapped to an empty backpack of sorrow

so that i can do it all over again tomorrow

passing through the unconscious, callous, cold, concrete bus station

unmistakable odor of urine and despair

people going everywhere and nowhere

no one waves

no one cheers

no one asks my name

perhaps 'tis better that way

obscurity is its own sick, twisted reward

its own buoy in life's cataclysmic storm

memories can be heavy

tears light and plentiful

a creed travelable

the bench in the park home

as i look up and cry out to

a faithful king on his careworn, burnished throne

Author's Note

"A man's real faith is never contained in his creed, nor is his creed an article of his faith. The last is never adopted. This it is that permits him to smile ever, and to live even as bravely as he does. And yet he clings anxiously to his creed, as to a straw, thinking that that does him good service because his sheet anchor does not drag." - Thoreau