In hope we live
In amazement we dwell
At which cross roads of life,
We shall meet,
no one can tell,
But we continue to hope
With our desires
limitations we have to cope.
Meet,
perhaps we shall never,
But friends,
We shall be for ever.
Hopefully...
No!

I will not let time enter into the fray
the albatross is already perched high
scanning the grey sea with grey eyes.

We returned to alien children
and wives we had forgot,
homes submersed in rot.
These women would not soften
privy that we picked dead men
from our teeth: brother’s blood ill-begot.
We writ their names in the sand not
seen by morning-light, their bones broken,

carried away by evening tides.
These men will not forgive us,
in sleep we sweat and scream
in nightmares our time we bide.
Within your guts we hold their rage continuous—
and only when compared to the devil are we redeemed.

rising from another crises
one more squeeze of heart
that should have killed but did not
I awake, and think of nothing

restraints untied, I feel along
the tubes and wires snaking down my throat
nurses hovering, ready to stop me
should I decide to pull

with the hardness on my fingertips
choking off my voice
I wonder why I am still alive
and wish that I was not