All Too Much...a poem
All Too Much
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Perplexed and downtrodden, I seek the calmness of rest,
content with oblivious sleep to refresh my mind,
for when life's hopes fade to mist and disgruntled I become,
sanctuary is my greatest gift of solace.
Yet sometimes truth buries itself deeply into a mind,
and relentless it becomes, thirsty for acknowledgement,
and even in the wanted dull dreams of oblivion,
I am haunted by what I must face in stark light.
When is too much I ask, even though uttered from my own lips,
and along with no answer comes the pathway of reality,
and me to acknowledge without fuss or complaint,
or rest at all will be denied me.
So face to face in stoic stance, I deal with my demon mind,
and at length I am exposed to my inner will and righteous vent,
before I can slip into the cavernous isolation I beg,
and momentarily put to bed my fears and contentions.
Then, when that is done, my blood letting complete,
my warden soul master waves his hand in condescending compliance,
and I roll over, clean and void, to grasp for sleep,
and bring my weary bones to stillness, amid a dark and senseless null.
How I am bullied by my inner voice, my damned righteous warden,
when all I want is sleep and just a smidgeon of kindness,
instead of my life swallowed whole,
an eased assimilation some foreign tongue, unknown.
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