Eight Months in Cleveland

 

First I was unaware I was aware

Holding on to my best friends

Leaving my mind beside my fear

The harshest winter never ends

 

Stranded, content

My body and I

A blood colored vent

Nobody inside

 

Back to a day’s repeating pattern

Awake late, fall early

A place on Earth in tatters

Hope lost so surly

 

My mothers keep me grounded

The kitchen life leaves me pleased

College was found dead

Her soul eats like a disease

 

Here comes the sun

A familiar benevolence

Yet incomplete

Without embellishment

 

Where am I going?

The want has become a need

Because these eight months in Cleveland

Were reason enough to leave

 

Before I’m snow bound

Passed out face down

A maze inside chaotic fear

Four-months less than a year

 

The road beckons my stride

Oceans over which I fly

For love by my side

The secret of my life

 

No plan to forget Cleveland

The story will be told

With endless dreams and

Epiphanies within my soul.   

 

9/15/05 Jake Belmont