Killing time

In my mind there's a lighthouse
That shall forever turn a blind eye
On the uncertain waters of my life to be

In my mind, an overgrown path
Hides away its quiet undergrowth
For fear of being trodden in errance

In my mind, a freezing/piercing breeze
Immobilising in its ice-coldness
Will no longer whisper the secrets of the words

One day in confident sunshine
Death came reaping
Moving forward the cycle of souls
Ripping apart my sense of purpose
Freeing me from my chains, for
Death came reaping
What gave me life - I thought

And I shall never look up to anyone again.

Dedicated to my literature professor, Andre Viola, who died a year ago.