I seek wisdom.
Crave it, perhaps.
This longing to understand.
Freed from repeating
The past’s miseries.
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I seek wisdom.
Crave it, perhaps.
This longing to understand.
Freed from repeating
The past’s miseries.
A strange night,
Again awake when I wish to be asleep.
Slumber ignores my humble call
Blindly ignoring both my needs and concerns.
This lack of weariness annoys.
This rationale mind knows,
Knows the exhaustion coming.
Tomorrow’s sunrise.
Dread stares into my eyes,
Unblinking.
Strange sunlight drifts downward
Forcing it’s way through clouds
Blurring, blunting the force
Yet the strength remains.
Burning, passionately,
Reddening that which it
Desires. Gentle appearance
Hiding so much destruction.
Resisting sleep’s call,
Mind dislikes this body’s imperative.
I cannot abide any hints of the
Fringes of my limitations.
Whispering powerful yet silent
Words. Â
Gracefully accepting
Dreams gifted from the heart
Yet meant for another.
These are customized,
Wearing someone else’s
No matter how well meant
Is ugly and
Uncomfortable.
Such a strange thing,
This loneliness within
Despair’s deep abyss
For it harbors many,
Many hearts.
Sunlight cleansed skin,
Soul lightened by warmed bones.
Aches relieved by summer’s
Healing grasp, misery
Vaporized, floating
Along the wind.
Maybe, just maybe
We will let compassion live
Deeply within us.