• And through the night I walk,
    Alone and in sorrow,
    Down a path,
    To wherever.
    When I shall reach my destination,
    A mystery.
    Puddles of water,
    Lay before me,
    Splash, splash,
    As I tread through,
    Each and every one of them.
    The dark pools
    Showing
    The reflection of the moon,
    The reflection of my tortured soul.

    By my two sides,
    Lengths of bougainvillea,
    Preventing my escape.
    As one leaf licks and caresses
    My skin,
    The other thorn,
    Pierces, scrapes and tears,
    Till behind me
    Lies a trail,
    Like a leech stabbed a hundred times,
    Of fiery, crimson blood.

    One tear turns to two,
    And two to thousands,
    Creating a pool,
    And then a river,
    Which flows on forever,
    Never stopping.

    When will this misery end?
    The trees cry in the midst of darkness,
    Weeping,
    Yearning for daylight’s advent.
    When shall I once again,
    Be able to watch the waning moon,
    Sipping from the cup of life?