Solace

Solace The pounding drums pains my ears as I hear the words you've spoken; The gray haze fogs my eyes as I look for the truth in your words; The bitter taste of life keeps me from accepting the truth; The acid rain burns my skin as I scream at your touch; The smell of the rotting dead keeps my senses from finding you; The eroding leak in my heart keeps me from sustaining life; The hot pavement beneath my feet keeps me from getting closer to you; This shell they call a body falls around me slowly to the earth; I stand here bearing my soul as this thing called a body diminishes; Free, free from pain as my soul flies towards the heavens away from your lies. Written June 11th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 12:36 AM PST, Peggy Naugle   18 • 0 • 1