And He Cried

And he cried for his very existence,
Fear crawled into every inch of his skin
Slithering like the snake before Eve,
But he could not wake from this dream

A dream that he had where once he was happy
The world was in the proper place
And wisdom flowed like the Niagara
Or was that really the dream?

He thought of a time when he blossomed with love
Or was it really love un-abided?
Did he simply fool himself into feelings
Feelings which he could never truly master

He dreamed of a time when he didn’t ask questions
He knew his path and it was sure
Now the only dream he has is fear
Fear of a reality that I will never be.


Kary Bradford - Poem from "The Last Cloud"