The Raging Towers

The raging towers washed down by tears,
Till ancient ruins laid low,
Fury at the fates. Why?
And how could it be so?

Darken the mind, shut out despair,
Plunging down in murky green,
Embrace the fearless void,
Not feeling what is not seen.

Float in cold denial,
Still the whispers in my mind,
Cannot shut out the life,
Or what future I might find.

Emerging from darkest depths,
Aching lungs make shuddering gasp,
Hands reach out in friendship,
And strengthen with their clasp.
 
At last caught up and cleansed,
In times relentless flow,
Eyes blink in the new sun,
As hope begins to grow.

Paths diverge and sorrows turn,
To what now can never be,
As warmer memories begin,
To smooth the troubled sea.

Worn stones are bathed in light,
Where on the crag they stand,
Overgrown with moss,
As we step hand in hand.