after awhile
all wallowed through
misery has a break
and what comes through?
A glimpse of happiness
A show of cheer
and yet i seek the solitude of sorrow
because i know it will stay
cloaking me in its gloom
yet happiness will flee
and will not say when and where it will come again.
a plea for pity
a soothing reprieve
a willingly wept prayer
a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy
hopeless words half said, half breathed
a beckoning death knell
could not sound sweeter
and yet fate would not allow such ease
a desperate wail
scraped from within
feeble efforts to meekly appease
the undeniable truth of unease
Where does the weary wind go?
it seeps into the hearts
of the woed….
there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.
it blinds the eyes
that see no future.
it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.
its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.
a manic’s playground is my mind
entrapped within a jungle gym of ludicrous joy
buried deep within the soiled sands of plunging sorrow
an unbalanced act atop the high top
the too quick and slick descent of my sanity upon the slide
the cloying sweet-rancid smell of the tire swing
as i hold tight
sickened-spinning-dizzy from deciphering what’s real what’s not
sweet and then bitter
bitter and then sweet
each compete for
a quizzical im-in-balance
for a flavourful Life
not yet complete.
i carry rocks in my pockets
each a shameful badge
of a lost war
the sea beckons and pushes back
beckons and
pushes me back
to shore
it gives me a last chance
to turn back…
before it embraces me to its liquid core.
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