Jacob's Erosion

i wrestled with the angels

in a struggle to control my dreams

felt their vicious claws pierce flesh

but no one answered my futile screams

in the land of my father

i’ve passed a thousand times before

a stream of deep, blue water--cold

but until this day it’s meant no more...

to me, twisting and swirling

i look at my reflection

see me, I stand upon the shore

it is my protection

from a world that lies across

a bridge that spanned now lies in dust

so many fists, those warring factions

leaving me no interaction

i would swim, but i fear i am too weak

shall the meek inherit

this little piece of Earth i call my own?

tell me can my spirit overcome?

yes, but not alone. so come...

to me, jaded and weary

i look at your reflection

see me, i stand before you now

will i be your protection?

from a world that lies across

a bridge that spanned now lies in dust

so many fists, those warring factions

leaving me no interaction

i would swim, but I fear i am too weak

from behind a wall of rage

comes a new enlightened age

through each current of the stream

floats the angel from my dreams

you know the flesh is willing, but the mind is much too weak

sometimes i think it’s better not to speak

for only the fool will share his truth with me

i wrestled with the angels

in the town square--a struggle for my life

their white robes suffocating me

their wings now steel and sharp as knives

to me, this twisted holy vision

leaves me much too wise

see me, a heretic among you

now i am ostracized

from a world that lies across

a bridge that spanned now lies in dust

so many fists, those warring factions

leaving me no interaction

i would swim, but i fear i am too weak