Creed and Truthfulness
I curse with all vengeance
the undeserved desperation
that fate chose me to bear;
and I've asked myself
if ever there would be a sudden death
to this so-called affliction and fear...
Will I endure this unneeded pain furthermore
and suffer uselessly in discontent,
not to have accomplished more
or been restrained by any event
throughtout the duration
of my consuming contention?
I swayed from all gladness
with doubt and uncertainty,
gratifying myself with little or nothing;
all thoughts were constringent,
clinging to hopeless consolations:
I lived in sadness...unsavoring life
in all its wonderful and blissful ways,
not conjoining them to a congruous laugh!
Did it save these dark thoughts from dying,
when I could have been living?
Up to now,I had strongly believed
I would have seen a light
glimmering, where darkness gathered,
or an anticipated delight
awaiting to quench my thirst;
uneasiness and distrust don't conciliate...
Swelled clouds bring rain and sobriety,
reality brings out conscious regrets
that conjure up a past worthiness;
a struggle measured by audacity...
Prodigious words rejected by intruders,
true words prohibited to be spoken by me;
I was given lips to fling them...
not to fearfully oppress them,
but to be present in image and dexterity:
unlikely soggy flowers drenched by storms...
lacking the stamina to stand on their feeble stems,
I must stand up to my creed and truthfulness!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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