by Daniel Troit

Created on: February 02, 2009   Last Updated: February 10, 2009

. . . So if you trade some of this love

for a home you never dreamed of,

would that then be an issue

of scattering scared?

Would you change out your old mind

for the hope that you might find

a hollow in your heart

where you can't feel her there?

So you'll wish for an edge that won't cut so deep.

Gripping hard at the shards of a life you can't keep.

You'll have fits in the night as you grope for her still

but accept this as one space your proverbs won't fill.

And your life is a lesson

dripping slow, like a resin

as it covers your body

and runs to your core.

And you'll wish for a sabre

to make yourself braver

but this hurricane

will leave you naked for sure.

And we'll shout here together, "How tarnished we've grown.

We can't shine with the eagerness pilgrims should show.

We had plans - we had lists and we knew them all well

but they ring grey and hollow like an old broken bell."

And i suppose there are those who

bleed more sorrow than I do

but now, in this moment,

my empathy flees.

Why are humans so human?

Why is this culture doomed and

why must a smile press you down on your knees?

But pick yourself up, boy, you'd promised her brave.

You must honor a life, kid, that no one could save.

it ain't hard to remember but it stings to recall.

You are here while it's now and you inherit it all.

You are here while it's now and you inherit

it

all . . .

Learn more about this author, Daniel Troit.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.