The Year of Treading Lightly: Crying Through a Questionable Year
By God, I cannot sanction the world within
helpless and horrible it writhes
begging for benevolent release.
Cruel with scathing appraisal
untold sorrows and anticipations ache, disharmonious and
leashed in clever attendance
discordant melodies, constant companions.
The solace of my stance
reeks of lies now forgotten
crafted with studious care
I am told.
My studied presentation
swells, evolving within
ancient borders that crack and peel
requiring studious tending
circular with constant repair.
Refined and tempered by seasons past
polished glass reflecting
The advancing days cry out for
how to address such monumental need?
Mirrors shatter, scathing in judgement
content, I laugh at their whispers
and inhale the aromas
arranged as obedient soldiers
and choose to meet time.