I SEE YOU MOURN

I see the rigours of time 

Etched on your sulky face 

Though the sun's fingers caress 

The brow of your ambitions 

Nostalgia tinkles solemn bells 

Of dreams maimed and cobwebbed 

By time's blunt knife 

I see you mourn 

Life is molten wax that congeals 

With a caress of the air 

Life is a wagon swaggering downhill 

A liberating spasms 

Of wee wet dreams... 

I see you mourn 

I see your determination thawing 

Like white icicles on winter window pane 

I see your patience wane in pain 

Like dry cakes of mud in the African sun 

I see your conscience rot and ooze 

Black brackish slimy rot 

Tomorrow they will declare you 

A disaster no-go-area zone 

I see you mourn 

Emotions thunder, tempers glow 

And voice a shrill mingle with unknown 

Raucous whispers of the gods of doom 

This world has been terribly nice to you 

I see you whimper like a miserable dog 

That has lost its tail 

Brother you have lost your tale 

I see you mourn. 

-dougwa-