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How can skies turn to black in an
instant,
turn truths into lies, hope into
disbelief,
faith into fallacy and trust into
guile,
how can it wipe away every
vestige of possibility,
sever the throat of joy so
brutally
you can’t even look into the eyes
of love of an innocent,
how can one go from caring so
very much
to feeling nothing, nothing,
nothing at all,
thrown into the meaningless pit
of existence,
unreasonable, irrational, wildly
sweeping, self-destructive,
where words of encouragement
strangle me,
kindness suffocates me,
a touch would surely shatter my
soul,
and I scream in the darkness a
scream,
even the gatekeepers of my
private hell
feel a weariness creeping through
their bones.
Powerful words and painful memories.
ReplyDeleteSounds like not getting what you want. Reality.
ReplyDeleteI often wish the gatekeepers on my sadder memories would do their jobs a little better.
ReplyDeleteLovely photo and dynamic words of living ~ thanks ~ ^_^
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Yes, yes, yes... Ice been there, You made it back too.
ReplyDelete... and that's how the cookie crumbles, friend Shadow ... o well, I never liked cookies anyway ... you? Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteI would appear that "humanity" has crossed the Styx and been found to only be offering counterfeit fare. Charon looks like he had a good time overturning the barge.
ReplyDeleteI have found of late that if you put hope in one hand and shit in the other that it is easier to tell which has more substance. We who quantify "want" as a coll breeze, a lover;s touch, a child's smile are losing ground to the flooding of fools who do not know how to turn off the valve of their destruction of goodness.
The water is rising but pray the coffee crop does not fail Shadow, we'll be alive for a very long time.
Beautiful, the first few lines hit home like rain falling on bare skin from the sky. A truly lovely poem, greetings to you.
ReplyDeletePerhaps a chocolate malted and a nice pink iris?
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