Watered Eyes ---ice

Many years have drastically gone by,
And my bickers but seem to grow with every step of the way.
The tears that have been forced to be shed,
Gather to form puddles of hurt in which drown my hopes each day.

The blood that had innocently flowed through my veins,
Seem to slow their pace as my heart’s beats no longer show.
The nerves in which continue to twitch,
Causes my spirit to hesitate in where it had once been seeking to go.

So I lay down as I await,
Hoping my fate is to get better in the coming days.
But as I look to the sky above,
I see a picture which is colored with nothing more than disgustful grays.

In response to my guilt,
I send with confidence a prayer up to the skies.
So that maybe one word of the many sent,
Would be heard above my thunderous unbearable cries.

And once again I await,
For a sign or call that would help guide.
But no such acts seem to be,
As the devil continues to follow along my side.

Now when will the day be,
When a slaved shadow I no longer remain.
Overpowered by the temptations and lust,
To result in pleasures which eventually subside due to the painful rain.

My eyes have at last gave in,
Refusing a glance of this life no more.
My lips wetted by my endless tears,
Questioning if this life is worth living for.

How these years have hurt my soul,
Forcing within me sins that remain unjustifiable.
For the dungeons of my remorse has become my last resort,
As my actions over my lifetime have become unspeakable.

So I continue to pray with watered eyes,
As the flames beneath me continue to rise.
Hoping that I would be cleansed before my demise,
As I continue to pray with watered eyes.

---S.B.
ice

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