Cloak
Alone I sat, alone I watched
Embraced the feeling of life botched
Beyond any hopes of repair
Though lurking, could not find her there.
Alone, contemplated swallow
Purposeless and feeling hollow
Yet still I wait alone, alone
I wait in prostrate, wilt alone
Just this side of my surrender
Lone, alone, without defender
I sense her lurking out of sight
She's stalking through my dreams each night
I wait for her to capsize me
This lonely boat on lonely seas
But come for me she never does
Regret all that I ever was
For she lingers, just to my right
Won't step forward into the light
And I can't walk into the dark
So we circle, and so we spark
I beg her come, she makes me wait
I'm desp'rate, wish life would abate
In depression and in remorse
I feint and feel her alter course
I throw my life upon her scythe
Despair for what would never be,
Upon her blade, this last charade
Played out for all the world to see
Death fin'lly came to comfort me.
A poetry blog from a couple of dudes who kind of wish we were as cool as the Inklings, and who really love baseball.
Monday, May 18, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
The rains that beat down the flower strengthen it in time
Wilt
Looking for myself, I went
Searching for some peace, I found
'Ever else my soul was sent
'Twas mere running of the round
Circles upon circles ran
Riddles piled on riddles there
If man changes what he can
Then all that moves is the where.
Seeking my lost dreams, I left
Hoping upon hope, I drowned
Hands once so deft, now bereft
Floundering can't save me now.
What once was well now sickens
Seeing are become the blind
Despair's dark mist now thickens
Empathy chokes on the rind
Of the fruit of agony
Ripens in this harrowed hell
There upon the killing tree
Look for blood to make me well.
Yearning for myself, I fled
Desp'rate for belief, I lied
Took both truth and false to bed
I laid with them and I cried
In that twisted symmetry
I lost all I had reclaimed
I knew then there was no me
Save in one without a name.
Hide behind the robes of doubt
I creep softly near the throne
Hoping Love will hear me out
Place it's heart upon mine own
Lay bare, follies of my soul
Hear the ancient chorus sung
There to find myself in whole
Come, oh Lord, my Lord, I come.
Looking for myself, I went
Searching for some peace, I found
'Ever else my soul was sent
'Twas mere running of the round
Circles upon circles ran
Riddles piled on riddles there
If man changes what he can
Then all that moves is the where.
Seeking my lost dreams, I left
Hoping upon hope, I drowned
Hands once so deft, now bereft
Floundering can't save me now.
What once was well now sickens
Seeing are become the blind
Despair's dark mist now thickens
Empathy chokes on the rind
Of the fruit of agony
Ripens in this harrowed hell
There upon the killing tree
Look for blood to make me well.
Yearning for myself, I fled
Desp'rate for belief, I lied
Took both truth and false to bed
I laid with them and I cried
In that twisted symmetry
I lost all I had reclaimed
I knew then there was no me
Save in one without a name.
Hide behind the robes of doubt
I creep softly near the throne
Hoping Love will hear me out
Place it's heart upon mine own
Lay bare, follies of my soul
Hear the ancient chorus sung
There to find myself in whole
Come, oh Lord, my Lord, I come.
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