Cruel Dilemmas

Cool drops of water fall upon the rock And slowly carve their way toward the sea Much as existence, hastened by the clock, Unfolds its wings, undaunted, soaring free. Strange fancies yearn to take their flight and leave The pit of slow, monotonous decay, Though human will must bear its toil and grieve While bound to shackles smothering their prey. The beasts unleashed by nature never know The cruel dilemmas baffling every mind Held prisoner by worldly rules to grow In covenants long settled by the blind. The price of freedom rarely can be paid While thoughts are trapped by reason in their cage, Where nightmares and the arms of dread are made, Though fear can’t turn a fool into a sage. And, thus, existence lingers in the dust From one illusion onward to the next, While precious time and youthful looks are lost And freedom is irreparably vexed. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com