Destiny Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

My heart is tired. My words are like
wandering sentences rambling on an

empty page in search of a conclusion.
I seek an answer to a truth more

confused than a lie. To wander freely
and yet still appear in disguise. My

thoughts are blood red. My dreams
are silent with the shadows they have

bled. Whimpering smoke from a half
lit cigarette flickers across my face as

I review the daily events. I am kept solid
in a pure crashing wave of a karmic touch

that lingers lightly in my mind. Holding firm
in an embrace I welcomed but yet was

afraid to claim as my own. My soul is
awake, stripping away documented evidence

of a ruthless form that manifests my destiny.
My heart is tired and so I whisper goodbye.