Passion Unfettered
PASSION UNFETTERED
There is a force within a few that stands aloof,
Jealously gazing at the eyes of lovers brimming with expectation,
But something stays frozen-- in disjointed time,
Afraid if the precocity of love is brilliantly returned.
The truly beloved err,
Like a force of nature
the sweetness will be drained from the soul,
Leaving a husk
Withering
Never to be regenerated.
If this tale of passion is true
We are helpless toys of
a fickle god….
Who garners
passing amusement orchestrating loss.
If the action of love proves untrue,
The Lovers are simply actors .
Mouthing empty lines,
Doomed are all to eternal isolation.
Warily venture.
the Blundering Hopeful
Spiral dizzily from elation,
Soul Splayed --
Adhered naked to the sullen earth
Held by invisible stakes of humiliation and discontent.
Alert for independent action
Survivors swathed in stealth
Endure silent screaming nights--
Appear Sleepless and Vacant.
(but in truth, they are in constant vigilance—)
Seeking the moment when a slash in time
Will offer unknown hope
Unfettered
Escape
At last--
And free to fly
V. Anderson-Throop 2014©
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2014
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