The Epiphany

"The Epiphany"

I would have SWORN I'd walked through the fire...
...But I only felt the heat,
I remove my shoes and stare in awe,
At the scar-less soles of my feet.

So it's not doubt, nor is it fear,
Just the shock of naive tears,
These oceans of a Lonely Heart,
Are still crashing against the pier.

Lessons thought to be failures,
Have haunted my heart around the clock,
Behold, those Ten Minutes After Midnight,
Seem to be all that I have got.

I'm left with regret,
Dreaming of that Beauty By The Window,
Sentenced to a Prison Of Belief,
With no escape from the shadows.

Tonight I Cry, though not in pain,
But from the realization of this stain,
I retreat by crawling into the dark,
Yet Painful Dreams still find their way.

Having always lived just inches from the light,
The Portrait I paint, like this Letter I write,
If only one last time,
Will be left to stare into perfection's eyes,

Knowing I tried...
...Oh how I tried.

©2007 Joe Ruggiero