My Poem

If desperation fills these veins, in myriad ways fulfilled
And all the struggle builds itself, upon this heaping hill
If life is light and death is dark, then what is in-between?
A shadow within all our hearts, unguided yet serene
A beautiful uncertainty,: The King without his Queen
A million brilliant faces floating ,through this city street
A lonely stranger searching, for a face he needs to meet
Empathy and agony, solitude and soul
Complacency and currency; that cannot be it all
That cannot be it all

Am I a saint, or just the sinner
Am I a loser, or am I the winner
Am I a prophet who speaks the truth
Or is all I know up to you
Am I a dreamer, who never wakes
Or am I the risk, that never takes
Am I the speaker, of random truths
Or does my rambling, bother you?
Am I the one, you cannot lose
Or just a body in black shoes

Am I the hope that’s in you’re heart
And can we take it all back to the start?
Can we take it all back to the start?

I used to be a fire burning, now I’m just a flame
Days are nights and always turning ; life is but a game
I walk these streets as several hundred ,minds within a mind
With an emptiness that hunts the doorways, and begging just to find
That face beyond all faces seen, the one I know will shine
That never seems to find my face, throughout all space and time

Throughout all space and time

But in this heap of flesh and blood, and skin and sin and pride
Lies within undying hope, a coal that will not die
A burning unsubstantial, in the eyes of lookers on
A fire, flame and furnace waiting, the smallest coal still yearns
As we are born a match is struck, and mine for now still burns
And mine for now still burns