Broken Man

Broken Man


As a grain of sand settles on the sun's bleached shores, pain

is there. Each memory washed in the sun of twisted perceptions. Time is

the enemy of old ways and used ideas. Tranquility a thought. Fleeting

as it may be, it strives to satisfiy the the distance of feeling. Each

aggressive action brings the inner turmoil to new hieghts. A confusion

so deep with its layers of warpped thinking and spoiled plots. A

consious step in the direction of insightful ingestion. He so

feverishly tangles webs of protection that no guidence can breach. In

ways so profoundly pitiful `serenity is chased. An obsession never

followed. It is a dream lost in the mind of the drifter. He seeks a

place in life but knows nothing but his nomadic ways. What loss he

feels. A man staind with the dirt of traveled roads that have no end.

The reaches of a mind so simply complicated find nothing within its

grasps. Answers seem so far yet they are so close so close... How has

he come to this life of defeat with no dreams realized. He is upon the

sea of lonliness with no island in sight. For one who dies before death

is granted how can he tell. How can he move on from this life if he has

never lived to all its glory. The broken man trudges on.