distant of thought, I try to come back
painful regret, I left at all
seemingyly simple but I got lost in the mists
a forgetful soul wandering through the badlands
nothing but crows and me
bits of flesh and marrow
my body up on a cross
divided, the devil comes
gives me a choice go home or go further in
a paradice awaits you if you move ahead, he utters
sly as always, I cast a suspicious eye
no rewards reaped when none are planted
my memories of you poignant
my heart wishes to return
but I know you won’t have me
so deeper into the land of dread I go
with nothing trailing me but my tears
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write really pulled at these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian