The Poetry Page

An opened a window

-Das 2006

When wasting time is all we have

where are memories deep -

When as men we are so incomplete.

When a man dies, is his soul riddled with regret.

When a man lives, is his heart filled with contempt.

Upon a time once lived such sweet cherished dreams -

All disappeared - dark and dreary.

Grasping at dead air - walking steadily into nowhere
into the night where the stars cannot be seen.

Such people as I sometimes live there.

I had withered my days

with triumphs filled with inactions.

And I had lost my way.

When fate stares back through this mirrored image -
the glass must be broken.

The spirit of hope floats -

still within me.

It begins again with simplicity - life begets life

where now I see a new beginning.

I have become me.

Once again reaching out of oblivion the walker within closed doors

has opened a window.