Judgment call

By brian francis

I hear you passing judgment
as you look at me and turn away
My cover seems to offend you
my pages, imagined, dull and gray

I know there are soft places where
rest and comfort can be found
my search reveals a barren place
my soul’s tortured ground

So come, share in my pain
walk a mile with me
Struggle with me through the rain
seeking out my destiny

Morsels found tossed aside
as I stumble through it all
caught in some kind of riptide
opposing forces cause my fall

Heartache caused by shadow friends
there when times are bright
always seem to disappear
when darkness kills the light

Troubles seem to inundate me
like a sudden torrential flood
sleepless nights and restless days
causing cuts and scrapes and blood

So come share in my pain
walk a mile with me
Struggle now in this rain
while we seek my destiny

And that is just the first few steps
to be taken while in my shoes
Bruises fade to a yellow green
a colorful testament to life’s abuse

Wounds can heal with gentle care
But scars shine, translucent white,
at least those scars that can be seen
the soul does not reveal its plight

So come share in my pain
walk a mile with me
Struggle on through the rain
help me find my destiny


Copyright ©2021 brian francis

Dust

By  brian francis


When dreams are cast away
and sorrow’s burden settles
When torment rips at one’s soul
and empties all vitality
hollow canyons wail
where once satisfaction flowed

We torment ourselves
with imagined outcomes
merely begging for another chance
Pain filled pleadings to grace
But the linear nature of our reality
precludes our delusion of possibility
spent, time passes inexorably on

Heavy is the only way to describe it
the feeling of one’s chest
when bound in the struggle
enduring the aching of regret
resilience bides its time well
and creeps in starts and fits
toying with memories
inspiring brief moments of joy

Healing comes as sure as morning
the taste of life once again
scars can often change perspectives
and make unsure our path ahead
tears will fall in spurts and sputters
but so will joy and laughing spree
somehow unknown life re-blossoms
we dare reach for the sun again


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