Lights in shadows
The war has ravaged what was left behind
Filled with sorrows
Hope is borrowed
Against the bleakness of this silent night
Until the echoes
From the bellows
Sends the smoke back soaring to the sky
And then the wind blows
Peace again knows
Death as men cry out the battle cry
The start of a most tragic thought through all of humankind
To ponder possibilities of what could come behind
Some desired course of action. Some decision so sublime
Observes no answer for repeated questionings in mind
But simply cycles downward in a whirlpool of the time.
If only I had not done that
If only I were there
If only life were not so tragic, weary, and unfair
If only I could fly away
If only I could flee
If only… With such words as these we grovel and we plea.
What thoughtless hopeless despondence queries as these depict
When lowly mortals seek to sort all of natures rhyme and writ
It leaves them hopeless. Barely coping- The temerity of it!
Take these useless words away
That I be not obliged to say
Ever again within my speech
What I was once fooled to believe.
Write them off or discard me
For I have naught that you should need
But save me from those cursed words
And take from me that bitter scourge
What fiendish mind begat those words?
What thought had he but his own hurt?
There is no ‘if only’ to be had
What you’re given is what you have
Not more not less and if you feel
that probity might somehow seal
a future more desirable
I tip my hat to your pure soul
For you have not yet learned the woes
that life displays when it implodes
then suffocates you with its lies
to crush the innocence you prize.
Ah quite useless it
But still provocative the rift
That forms within your mind amidst
The echoes that these words emit
To taunt like cold fingertips
Daring you to not forget.
Not again I say
‘If only’ never comes to stay.
With walls closing in.
Will this struggle end?
continue the trend
for this is his end.
No sooner than his name is called
the battle cry begins
now armed and ready standing tall
how bitter cold the wind.
Though others all around him fall
defeat remains the trend
but he will stay true to the call
until the bitter end.
I’ve been away for awhile, I know. Life has been rather busy lately but here is a poem that I hope will let you know that you are not the only one who fails. Others do too, and although this poem is rather foreboding, and ominous, it still holds a truth that most of us can relate too.
I hope you enjoy.
Farewell to the dreams of a better year
—they were always too far to be reached
there’s no point in crying for no one will hear
—the walls have already been breached.
He saw the prize
of another man’s quest
and the tempest set in on his soul
But he’d never rise
to open that chest
— he was not one to play the fool.
At last now the crest I am reaching
the view at the top I can see
the last couple steps I am breaching
I’ll run and forever be free.
Alas though my feet they are slipping
and the rocks underneath me give in!
For some reason my hands are not gripping
back at the beginning I must now begin.