The Hunted...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
However much we try to avoid the truth,
it hunts us down like a bloodhound with a snout full,
relentlessly shadowing our predictability,
until once found, confronting us into blatant acceptance.
What first we deny, is sent to us in a package,
an unassuming, unpretentious package,
on the brink of explosion,
tailored for our explicit undoing.
The lessons of the pursued are final,
intended with a heart filled with angst,
and a hopeful end to the struggle of self-propagation,
and the wastefulness of denial.
Yet it is in our nature to self-abuse,
to push the boundaries of servility,
and to cling to the wanted consequence,
regardless of its probability.
Self-deception is an insidious disease,
a wandering pathway to less than accommodating outcomes,
drawing the blood from our soul like a starved leech,
the puncture un-seal-able.
The stark and irrepressible truth lingers,
and hiding from it simply adds complexity to life,
and the sufferance of unwanted balances,
the rightful and accommodating end to a sigh.
We are such stubborn creatures.