Wasted- a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Why do I fall for the sweet lips of seduction,
sweet lips that speak of truth and act with selfish intent?
Why do I believe these parodies of love,
entwined in the complex struggles of tainted souls?
Am I but a kind hand to unlock the cages of self-preservation?
Am I the cushion of a life seeking fulfilment?
Regardless, I am the refuse of loves search elsewhere,
the used up medicine of the unwhole.
In my release I am saved from further harm,
relinquished to a lonely world but enduring life’s loss.
I grieve, I learn and I refrain from vengeance,
understanding the course of lives more shallow than mine.
In the end I am alone, wasted and without my souls twin,
languishing in the human condition, bearing witness to the struggle.
If not for my understanding, life would have long passed me by,
on some heap of lost and bruised beings, I would remain.
But I am more than a step, an enabling hand,
and I let go those who have passed through my hands,
and hope they one day find their truth,
rest in the knowledge of acceptance.
I, shall remain with ears open, to the ground,
unable to do anything else.
I hope one day to find my half, lost to travellers,
and settle for my place, shared.