it use to be simple,
let the pen touch the page
and there it scrawled word after word,
in those moments it meant
the inner demons and dreams
released into simple child's words,
time and direction pass
with the words etched
with strictly a black pen,
the ink holding memories and
exasperated emotions
of the long lost childhood,
a childhood held together
by tattered threads,
few remained, most broke
against the riggers of the
daily wear and tear,
the strong held a coat
solidified in blood,
youthful trust was fleeting,
found only in the words
crawling over the page,
the innocence of the words then,
didn't hear the betrayal forth coming,
six years ooze at the thought
of vanquished memories
banned from being accepted,
left to fend the daggers
on wounded limbs and
scorched chambers of the heart,
tears were strength that built
the exterior farmers fence row,
extending miles high and untouched,
fear of undesired critters lurking
between the mountain and field stones
holds a world at stretches of the arm,
time has become the nothing
that is only there to remind,
of an un-understood wrong
caught in a lost childhood trust,
the age standing now
can understand the cruelty
of the birth given blood,
the sudden loss in selfish greed
never explained just left
on the shoulders of the youth,
pretending to be strong and brave,
in the face of injustice
words of someday and the unbelievable
reality of everyone letting you down,
were the clues to the glimpse
of what has become the future,
was it a self-fulfilling prophecy
to scar with unfixable wounds
the innocence that trusted,
by something beyond the dust and clouds
exists the understanding,
to ask questions remains a mute point,
He had reasons beyond the glimmer of
the morning rise and dusk tumble,
and still in the task it was pushed down,
reality consumes the present all
is forgiven in this souls chambers,
the lesson is learned that trust,
honor and the companion loyalty,
are the things with love that fill
those four chambers,
the question once unanswered
found its clarity in the passing glance
of an acquaintance of the past.