We compare tree and soul, nature, pain, life, and death.
More often than not the valleys we create bring us and fill us with pain- suffering.
We traverse tundra where hatred looms
Like a wolf, slowly stalking a wounded calf.
We draw upon ourselves and drive onward into a desert of calm.
We climb mountains to seek sanity
Search caves for loyalty
Find a place where we belong and yet
And yet
And yet
We struggle.
We fight and fight, stand up and fight.
We struggle, suffer and push the world
And it pushes back
Hard.
Much too hard.
This is much too hard
Too much
Too often
Too little do we see the shining sun in these places
Surrounded by pain.
And yet
We are.
We are alive
We are here
We do fight on
And best of all we live.
We live with what we have
Who we have
When we have.
We do not sit like kings
But we are no peasants.
We do not live in glory
But we are no cowards.
We do not live on the clock
Yet we watch it.
Stop.
Stop whatever that is.
Stop measuring
Stop calculating, timing, waiting
And do.
Stop sitting, standing
Just do.
Just go.
Just be what you want
Do what you need
Become who you dream
And yet
We watch the clock from a home in the valley of shadow.
We wait idly by as time spins down.
Does the wolf keep a watch?
Does the calf wait till noon?
Does nature run on time?
Then why must we?
Time is an ocean but we live on land.
It cannot effect you because it is corporeal.
It cannot touch you because you are immortal.
Time is not a place.
Time cannot be reached.
Time is not a tool of measurement.
Yet time is up.
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The Decadent Descent
PoetryMy poetry, anthologized. I want to keep several poems for this collection, while I plan to dedicate many more to another poetry project. While I encourage reading and sharing of my poetry, it remains my own. Poetry is compiled by order choice, as so...
