Along With The Ancients

Retire
Interpreting the hieroglyphs
Wounds spelled out
With spit,
Blood
And tears
Wash it down
Staring at the ceiling
Of years

This dance is with yourself
Acknowledge no victim
No villain, no hissing…
These words will never
Make sense
To her.
There is no escaping
No need to indulge
Not even in embracing
Just move
On…

And never look back again
Never let it hurt again..
This battle’s with yourself
Acknowledge no burden
No hell and no heaven
This heart will never
Make sense
To her.
There is nothing left there
Nothing to hold on to
Not even to let go of
Just move
On…

Let go
And purge out your insides
Old wounds spit out
Black blood
Dripping from your lips
Staring at the sky
Blessings set free
Along with
The
Ancients

This love is with yourself
Acknowledge no other
No without from within
And this vision will never
Make sense
To her.

ⓒ 2014 Shawn Michael Quinn