While the Wounds Are Still Fresh

• Posted by Doc Vega on June 22, 2024 at 2:09 pm

In this age of lies 

Love has become a sad compromise 

The source of my emotional demise

All the lovers lies,

Let the shadows take me away

From the memories of those who wouldn’t stay,

Somewhere in the past when children played,

Here in a world of illusion where I sometimes pray.

Deep in fantasies of what used to be

Something inside cries out to be free,

There’s a message in all this by some hidden decree,

Don’t flaunt the present for the tears of a treachery,

The love of the past still haunting the dawn

No need to ponder the memories that live on

The phantoms of passion only dew on the lawn

These self-defeating dreams to which I’m drawn,

Show me a path that makes sense of all this

It seems these echoes have become wilderness 

All for the need of her tenderness

The endless quest leaving me gaunt and speechless, 

Blow out the candle now in the absence of light  Listen to the night Now reach out and hold me tight It’s this loneliness that I need to fight,  In this age of lies I still remember her cries Inside this labyrinth with rationale devised Is there a future? I can only surmise,  There’s a lesson here while the wounds are still fresh Take your chances when deceived by the flesh The soul of the wicked you can never possess The truth of the ages you can never suppress , Let the shadows take me today As passing ships sail away Is there a sanctuary where my heart can stay? All paths will lead to a power we must obey.