My unheard cries,with hope they rise
from the floor of the canyons,
through the forest,into the distance.
From here where I lay
With a rock on my left side
and to my right is a hard place.
The battle has ended
I'm broken from wounds
but I'm better off than my enemy
This message I'm sending
I pray that it finds some beautiful heart
that happens to be listening
The sun's going down
late in the day of my last stand
Every last ounce of my strength
I used on all my defenses.
I'm sending my love on the sounds,
pray they come back around,
to grant my final wishes,
unhindered by fences,
before my brow un-tenses,
without any delay or resistance.
Darren Camp 2019