The Living of a Life Page 5

The weight of the past

  A heavy load

  His only friend, his knife

  A mystic bond

  The stream of his thoughts

  His only conversation

  Where once kindness flourished

  Now lived distrust

  The sacred vow broken

  His only fault

  A distant life, borne only in memories

  Fragments clinging

  Through everything he still walked tall

  Survival his only victory

  He longed for a sense of freedom

  A release

  No more could he be saved

  The voices silenced

  With difficult measure he advanced

  Lost in uncertainty

  No way forward, or back

  An everlasting present

  Condemned to this existence

  This unkind life

  When Evil Descends

  You who were different, your face didn't match,

  Someone was needed, to take the blame.

  On the streets of hate, you were chosen,

  Chased down, herded and beaten,

  the trains were filled.

  The savagery of man, unleashed on fellow man.

  The crying of children, screams eternal,

  the presence of fear.

  Orders were barked, the dogs of war rabid,

  The sign over the gates, those gates of work,

  the work of death.

  Thundering noise filled the air, confusion and dread.

  The fires ablaze, black smoke billowed wild,

  Spirits set free, flew back to their grace.

  Those unchosen, doomed to yet worse,

  to die too easy.

  People no longer people, numbers not names,

  Written in ink, etched on your arm.

  The cruelty of man, the inglorious became kings,

  kings born from hate.

  The power in their hands, a weapon of war.

  When all was finished, nobody had known,

  What had been done in their name.

  "This was not us, nor had we seen",

  the blameless,

  Hiding behind walls of shame.

  A Life Fades

  Colours flooded his senses, smells of places long since lost.

  The ocean's waves crashing on the rocks,

  Wild currents swirled in his mind.

  The face in the mirror,

  a person unknown,

  Outlines of shapes, he reached out to touch.

  Her face, blurred, lost to time,

  The shape of her cheeks, her smile, her lips.

  Where was she now, where had she gone?

  This strange life,

  this unknown existence,

  Someone's life he found himself in.

  The strange feel of objects, foreign in his hands,

  Shapes invoking smells, forcing memories.

  Rules he didn't understand governed his day,

  His dreams,

  his escape.

  In his dreams she was there, smiling, welcoming.

  The wind blew through his thoughts,

  He could smell the sand.

  Looking at the ground,

  far below,

  He saw his freedom.

  As he flew through the sky, he could see her,

  Waiting, sitting on the beach,

  her arms outstretched.

  A Journey Home

  The small boat danced across the waves,

  white and sleek.

  Lost in serenity, the sweetness of the sun,

  His mind adrift as the waves cut by.

  Enticing smells enveloped him, thoughts of far off places,

  A sense of peaceful beauty,

  the crux of life.

  Lost in his thoughts he had not seen,

  The burgeoning wind, the threat from the sky.

  A violent crash of the waves,

  his languor broke,

  The fury had him in its hold, a grip of fear.

  Savage waves crashed over the hull,

  Consumed with panic, he sought escape.

  Convulsed by the immensity,

  he knew he was lost.

  The rain slashed his face,

  Thoughts of his life, all not yet done.

  Smashing glass cut his body,

  his death written.

  Devoured by the tumult, the boat succumbed.

  Thrown by the waves he resisted no more,

  he let his body free.

  A warmth entered him, the fear released,

  The sea was his home, if die he must,

  there was no better way.

  Consumed by the depths, a smile grew on his face,

  His life merged with the water,

  he had come home.

  With my thanks

  I hope I have given you some pleasure

  K. J. Tesar