While I watch.

I watch while the changing shadows,
Of missing people who care not for themselves,
Who corrode their own minds.
Into the room the light divides the windows.
And collects the dust on wooden shelves,
And passes waving trembling blinds.

They are memories that haunt me each day,
The girl who created me in her own misery.
The boys who ran a mile when I asked for aid.
Some are forgotten when they passed away,
Others drift like fog settling on a monastery.
And still others are breaking promises we never made.

Heaven seems a long way away when you are alone,
The inability to see beyond features of stone.
And the aches of the wretched flesh and bone,
Cause the gentle mind to drown in a mournful moan.

Just able to loose his foot from the rabbit trap he is in,
And run through grasses up to his chin,
And stop at the cliff that will not let him win.
And allow him to laugh at himself and grin.

For God is a jester and this world is a joke.
Our lives have been branches straining until they broke.