Our Elders have Spoken,
“Neglect is unforgivable.”
I was unhappy when you met
me.
You saw it fit to meddle
with tranquility.
Your bright lie glared,
shone with impunity
into my hesitant, convalescent
eye.
True, my solitude was borne
of sadness
though even this with time
became truth
Today I looked:
Half this life’s been spent
in search of someone
someone to listen, I had
hoped would be you
You saw it fit to wake
me from slumber
to show me that the sun
still shone
as I watched the stormclouds
run
Later, you brought me the
moon in your smile.
I am unhappier now that
you’ve left me.
To have known that rare
thing of beauty
what most are granted only
once, as a blessing
You were my relief in this
plague-stricken world
For once the rain meant
something else
other than a flood threatening
the void to cleanse
The void that has become
my own
A heart that
has not learned
A love that
was not earned
A lie too
soon unfurled
A song that
our lives mourn
If sadness turned from ignorance-in-purity
to the intimate unhappiness
of knowing failure:
Then you have damned yourself
in Heaven’s name
for tainting a heart that
was weak from the start
But its weakness was borne
of longing
Knowing thus you saw it
fit to tear it apart.
What now of the promise
that was never given?
Redemption
lay distant from you,
after all that struggle
you still find yourself
alone in the dark. |