Can I move away from the source

The source of my anguish, my angst

The source of what has been

All my life, my very core

Have tried living a dual life

Being a kite on a string

A yoyo spinning through life

With an end tied to his side

Have patted over dry earth

To try hide the rotting carcass

Have painted smiles over the empty holes

That were once my eyes

But…the constant throb of the rot

Erodes my petering strength

And perhaps I need to move away

And drift aimless in life’s maze

How can one who was the spring

Of my joy, my strength, my very existence

Become the origin of this unending

Unbearable, constant agony…how…why?

 ~Glowing Embers~

7^th Dec 2004