a photo and poem by Harlon Rivers
City lights twinkle
Across the Meadowbrook Valley's
As I view my town that’s been left behind,
Emotions overwhelm this heart
Traces of past memories
Flood these forlorn sleepless eyes
A heart that has been broken knows
Only love will break your heart
Born and raised in humility
Crucified by years of peer’s contrive
I’ve paid for the countless sins
Of those who came before me,
Covered by memories indelible scars
Who knows why the long climb up the proverbial hill top,
Became a slippery slide
Just out of reach is where I’ll remain
The place where my soul learned
How to let sleeping dogs lie free
Each time they were mistaken
Every time they tried to read between the lines
All the chances they had to get it right
Yet all the times I remember it went wrong
I no longer fear the fleeting time,
Will leave me here alone
There’s not enough left to survive
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