Redemption

A poem i wrote quite some time back...left unfinished..

A cold wind blows from the sea
amidst the mists of time i cant see
the ghosts of the past tell tales
and in whispers sing
of timeless dreams and
a never ending longing
the polar night is long
but still maybe
the dawn will break
and we shall see a new spring.

but while the gloom lasts,
while the sorrow surges within me
the hurt abounds, riding
on the wings of a phantom memory
and try as i may, there are no bridges,
i have to cross the devil's horns
to drown in the black depths of this abyss,
to crawl through a field of thorns
the demons of lost hopes tormenting unseen
with visions of a life that could have been
each day a new horror visited,
the only relief to be numbed by pain
and even if the spring comes one day,
will we ever be whole again?