LOST BATTLES

The smell of smoke,

The taste of pain,

The heart of a vampire,

Waiting for that last stroke.

No matter how far,

No matter how high,

The zest of lost battles,

Meet you where you are.

At the heights of Kilimanjaro,

At the Gates of Eldorado,

Just when you are wearing that golden crown,

You know deep down.

In the arms of fright,

Crying out for redemption,

All those promises,

Never again, I have seen at last.

But you know deep down.

They will all meet you where you are.

                                                               1 Mart 2012
( For Yusuf)