Pathways

• Rebecca Benger
• Poetry
• 2005

In the moon lit night they lament
Of dreams long lost, the futures wasted, hearts spent
These were the lives they were never meant

Glass covered ropes bind their two shattered hearts
Manipulated by their deep seated fears brought
Out of their souls in grief

Crimson fire spills out of the elder’s eyes
From within burning everyone he will or ever meet
With it’s unquenchable heat
Equal with that of the sharpness of his tongue
Or the younger drowning in tears they refuse to shed
Now concealed by his cherub mask
Bleeding inside from
The black pit of despair left in his soul
His mind embraced by the thorns of defeat
What path is he being lead
Down? You wonder wistfully to the midnight air

The dark or the light or shall they wander aimlessly in shadow
That is the mystery of this
Two hearts, one fire, the other water but both are traveling similar paths
Of their own choosing towards the destruction of their souls
Their hearts, lost….. Nothing more than whispers on the wind