Give Me End

Give me end to an endless quest
Take this dagger from my chest
Let the blood spill forth
And lay me down to rest.

I have suffered from pain
Stood naked in the rain
Now the tears are gone
And silence is my shame.

© Cordell J. Larkin
May 26, 2007

Still Hanging On

I woke up this morning to another storm warning and now I’m left without choice
I’ve gone miles without breathing, days without weeping, and still I hear her voice
I’m on my knees praying although the carpet is fading but I can’t seem to find grace
I’m on the verge of breaking and my heart is still aching to catch a glimpse of her face
I’ve climbed the highest mountain, still tossing pennies into a fountain, with only one wish
But the rain, it keeps falling, the desert, it keeps calling, and slowly I’m losing grip
The one thing that matters most is the one thing that I’ve lost but I’m still hanging on
She’s all I have that keeps me straight but I might be late but hopefully it won’t be long.

Dust Upon Pages

Silent spoken words without meaning
And in the morning sunlight gleaming
You are still my angel but without wings
And still the inspiration that makes me sing
But I am gathering dust upon pages.

Delicately, I’m yours but not for very long
My untamed world is clouded by a war of fog
And behind this plastic face is a troubled man
A man whose future is spontaneous, never planned
The ground beneath my feet is always unstable.

The river deepens as I drown in trance
The razor’s edge is my only chance
But there, on the shore, you are standing
And I leave you without any understanding
And now I am swept away by the rapids.

The Clash of Oppositions

Do you ever find yourself awake but completely unaware? Do you ever find that the silence is deafening? Do you ever feel as if the sun and moon are the only constants in life? Along these dusty streets without sidewalks you are a no man in no man’s land. Tornados and tidal waves have become the vortex of your soul and you are the rage and the war within. You stand for everything and nothing at all but still you are the warrior. Clearly your heart is broken but not by love but by weakness. Clearly you’re not the man you want to be and you are haunted by demons. The sky feels heavy upon your shoulders and the stars no longer pierce your heart with the passion they once did. Clearly this man I speak of must suffer beyond what he can bear. Clearly this man I speak of is me.