I See You

I see you weaving between
the lanes of torment,
wandering across the broken lines
of regret, searching for
a valiant surrender, a road
on which to repent. 
Tell me your sins, every sin,
spare me none,  
and start at the end! 
Embrace your anger,
let the madness speak, quietly,
apologize for nothing, except nothing.
Move, even if inconsequentially,
move and speak.
The locomotive of time, grinding
beneath you, is weighted;
your life blue prints lie abandoned
on your feathered road,
bonded by sorrow and resident neglect.
Edit, re-write, or burn them.
Start anew, if needed,
speak, move, or be crushed!
You are a lover, with no love,
a dreamer, with wide-lens dreams.
Describe your dreams to me,
where were they to take you,
and how did they get caught
in mangled heft?
I see you weaving between
the lanes of what could've been,
dreaming of a place like no place,
known or to be known.
Yes, I see you now, I see you!
Do you see me?

Dr. Azzam Elayan
February 1, 2013