376 Illusion
As I sit underneath my fabled willow
Alone and wrought within an empty earth
The sky is blackened before all I see
The heavens open, its tears reach for me
Cooing, crooning upon my wretched birth
Washing clean the illusions life does bestow.
The illusion of being a man, free
Of holding hands, togetherness and love
Life is no more real than a sleepless dream
Behold the thunder! It covers my screams
From the branches baring witness, a dove
Recording the naught of Man above the sea.
Loneliness slips farther into the night
My walk on this path leads me to the grave
Yet the flowers do not bloom before me
The sky withers in hope, once more to be
My heartbeat is weakened, lest it beat brave
Abandon encroaches upon my light.
The beauty of my willow disperses
There was never shelter here from my life
And the grains of time filter through the glass
The world carried upon the broken ass
These illusions of Mankind welcome strife
Wiltering my poetical verses.
Words no longer pliable to meaning
Truth is the existence of infusion
What death reaches out from the grave and lives?
Is this what my treacherous breathing gives?
Mother, are you yet one more illusion,
Or just a simplicity of my dreaming?
My willow sits barren, no life beheld
Existence now merely an intrusion
Clouds fall like rocks, scattering without sound
Crushing what will I believe to have found
I spiral through degrading illusion
As death becomes meaning where life has failed.
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By: Darren J McMurray
March 5, 2011
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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