From Myself

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From Myself

Watching me like a stalking vulture, with your hollow eyes watching as I fall from grace, breaking every promise ever made, like a raven waiting for its prey you steadily note my decay,loss of faith, fallen from grace, why can’t you show me the way from your perch oh so high, you know every road so why do you mark my mistakes as I walk this dying path, your eyes are following my movements, you haunt my dreams and stalk my shadows watching every fault and err I make, to what end I humbly ask, these tears don’t fall without pain blemishing their gleam, I’m at the overpass, at the place where you bid to throw me away, all these drugs won’t save me from myself, like a book on the shelf I’m growing old, I’m tattered and frayed, to this dog I’m praying to save me from you, to save me from myself.


RYAN A. ORTH

Originally published in Palabras Fall 2008

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