How Long?...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
How long must I wait,
the coiled blanket of time twisting,
and I a stitch of colour within it,
alone and removed from the mundane,
yet yearning for a soul's touch,
waiting amid undulations,
like a dice coming to rest.
How long must I suffer,
the pangs of in-conclusion,
having tested truth to evolving acceptance,
and I the eternal optimist,
hope amassing into a crest of outpouring,
and my heart willing to ride the shallows,
to risk all for the privilege.
How long must I lose,
good intentions turned sour from self-ignorance,
by those lost within the vastness of possibility,
lost by their unforgotten past,
and the writhing of untruth to still the pain,
and to struggle with dominance,
to relieve the incessant gnawing of guilt.
How long must I live without love,
when love is so lost to conflict,
and the survival of a veiled heart,
and I, open like a wound,
live through every second of illusion,
that a soul will peal away that crust,
and find me.
Life is but a moment in eternity, why can't we embrace truth and be who we are, without all the pretense, the lies and contention? Love is the glue that can bind us, and saves us from ourselves.
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