Slashing

January 23rd, 2009Poetry0 comments

Slashing the remains
of yesturdays hate
discarding the left overs
of todays passion
freeing ourself from torment
obscuring the pain
we break free
The cool air
on scarred skin
The fresh grass
between our toes
the pulsing balm
nurse the broken heart
tattered ropes
hanging loosely
of a past
disguised
Of a past
forgotten
tears are falling
whispers calling
what once was
might never be
again
our wishes
are gone with the wind
our plans and dreams
scattered like wildfire
The wind passes by
freedom has come
as we give a loud sigh
Wishing we were like some
The ropes and shackles
are gone now
the pain and suffering
disappears
A new path is being forged
The new path is now