Vaults of Vexation
I. The Lost
The sting of pain
It never leaves!
My heart
It lingers…
So vastly!
So deeply!
And the internal tears
They continue too!
Persistent
Falling without a sound
Abiding here
Still
Until, they are found
Begrudgingly to quit
Deliberate they fall
Drip…drip……drip
Like blood from a letting
Into the abyss
Reaching through a darkness
To a never ending call
Like icicles in a mist
II. The Hope
A new founding faith
A shield
A cocoon to swathe
To embrace
To befall
An assist in the conspiracy
Of the healing
That suspends
The never ending
Comes to a stalemate
And stalls
A pleasant smile
A facade
Or forged out trials of fire
Although genuine
Is it only surface deep
This my only guise
The inadvertent beguiles
My secret secrets
My own keys to the keep
III. The Realization
The mysterious mind
Mystifying and true
Searches
Against the heart
Sheering and steep
The answers to quell
From chasms of watery well
Aches within
Continues to seek
As I
Struggle to exist
In a matrix of melancholy mazes
When alone to ponder
Through haphazard hazes
Sunsets
Turning of another page
Plagued from enigmas
Time the healer
The savior, the sage!
A resurrecting redeemer
Adhesive at best
Holds me together
And keeps me from afraids
The scars
That once defined me
Further now, ceasing to fest
Fading to less
And to less
I will
Go on!
To an ending
To a further age
Truly this has been
My temporal test!
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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