living in a desert
starving, famished
lacking sustenance for the brain
nourishment for the soul
light to annihilate the thirst
alone in all but name
asking, pleading for the food of life
for a decade or more alone
finally accepting this invisible existence
this lack of existence
soul compresses, depresses
all but shuts down
in the cold, in the dark
alone
a small ray of light shines in the distance
so small not seen by the mind
time drags on
existence continues
the light grows stronger
powerful nourishing light
beautiful intense fulfilling light
a door is opened
the sleeper inside awakens
famished, eating all that can be consumed
quenching the thirst so long denied
swooning, swaying with the headiness
going mad with the fulfillment of desires so long denied
left untended for so many years
fearing this smorgasbord of taste, sound and thought
will cease to exist
a self fulfilling prophecy
loss so great after the famine
a short period of true insanity takes over
now there is only the loss
I won't tell you of the bluebird of happiness
winging through the trees
nor tell you to stay on the sunny side of life
platitudes, just platitudes
they do not fuel the soul
no provender for the mind
the door will not close
not seen, not heard, not cherished
life is for the living
not for those less than alone
to sleep, perchance to dream*
© ACM 04 September 2009
In My Life - The Beatles
* William Shakespeare
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Comments: 37
You express these feelings with expertise. This was astounding.
Well-written, well-done.
Thanks.
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This is powerful. The natural rhythm of your words impels their meaning and compels attention. The last stanza, though, even assuming that it is autobiographical, doesn't make sense to me--the false hope that still is hope?
thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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good form.
Bless your beautiful heart and soul...