The tears start to flow
Present in the moment
The energy is low
Reaching to the future
And rooted in the past
Now is drinking up time
None of it can last
Misplaced in society
Uncertainty and solitude
Cries for help mocked
Passion for life subdued
Accused isolated and confused
Under the carpet untouched
Embarrassing to associate
Nothing and that will be enough
Inspiration tingles inward
A drive to carry on despite
Alone this warrior fights
Until the final sword strikes
Rowan Blair Colver