My feet are dusty from a wasted trek.
My skin is numb to human flesh.
I've put my trust in God, in man, in fate,
and now I've found I'm left to walk alone.
Losing touch with reason
giving in to the fire burning in my veins,
Feeling a new beginning
Feels kinda strange.
Things look a little hazy through crimson colored glasses.
I guess with time, that passes.
I've tried so hard to do this thing right,
Life hurts like hell when it cuts like a knife.
My body awakens from the inside out,
my spirit is stagnant and my mind just wants to shout.
How many times have I cried out in vain?
How many times must I endure the pain?
How much faith do I have to lose to go on again?
I've learned to turn a blind eye
Theres no room for compassion in a heart of stone.
I've put my trust in friends, in time, in love,
and I'm left to walk alone.
My mind is lost,
I've paid the cost.
My soul is old,
my blood is cold.
My eyes have lusted.
I've loved.
I've trusted.
These days seem filled with lies,
empty promises and goodbyes.
Fear and emotions well in my eyes.
How many new beginnings are needed for a soul?
How many times must I say goodbye to a goal?
I feel no pain anymore.
Standing in the shadow of the face of change.
My feet are dusty from a wasted trek.
My skin is numb to human flesh.
I've lost all faith in anything.
And I am barely more than a child.
-DLK 1992
(I wrote this when I was 19 years old.) It is my favorite poem to this day... I don't mean for it to come off as dark, rather it should come off as the frustration of youth and the frustration of growing in life and gaining of wisdom. After all Life is a journey, not a destination.
