Words are lost
Numbness to handle
the hurt but the hurt lingers longer than it is comfortable to bear that one is
lost for words. So I find a jumble of letters to throw together in the hope
that clarity will come, not out of luck but of determination to think it
through. Confused.
For words do go a
long way but I encountered a hermetically sealed organ impervious to the
penetrative efficacy of words that I balked – This is not normal. Scared.
The code is
cryptic, the words knotted into a conundrum that the writer alone can decipher –
my ROTAS Square. Obfuscated.
Never before
My peace deserted
me as I sought what I thought will help for I am a man who has seen what life
can throw to unravel the sturdiest of dispositions and the most determined of
characters. Perplexed.
As I learnt of my
limitations to my shock one could only resort to inquiry, determine the cause
and engage the knowledgeable to arrest a possible breakdown. Concerned.
Strong voices of
those who could bring about change lent their wisdom and there seemed to be
hope in the horizon but not far enough to see the desired outcome. Encouraged.
Don’t be nasty
However, on
observing the impulsive bordering on the irrational, the genius of madness and
the madness of genius has with maddening ingenuity deprived itself of its
staunchest ally in an expression of irascible truculence; I am blown away.
Befuddled.
Why do we compound
hurt to maximise self-centred megalomania? Unimpressed.
No man is an
island, but if you burn your boat before you have acquired all the supplies to live
on your desert island, when your thirst comes and delirium sets in, not for the
euphoria of the rescue from being a castaway but the rescue of an avoidable
end, only the bones will tell the tale that footsteps once trod those sands. Marooned.
The message in a
bottle might tell of who it was. Revealed.
Be mindful not heartless
My disappointment
is palpable but I will hold my peace, the offence is great to many beyond the
little world of self-satisfied resolution that exemplifies the many flaws we
have overlooked, for a greater being exists that has so suddenly gone to ground.
Displeased.
In a world where
hearts and minds matter, be mindful that your once tender and loving heart does
not turn to stone. Admonished.
2 comments:
Poetry with depth, meaning and admonition. Thought to ponder. Thanks for sharing. :) Beautiful.
Thanks, I know I am not a poet, I did not even think it would make any sense - amazingly, it did. Thank you for your kind words.
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