Denial
Ya know what occurred to me today? (Not that it's a new thought, just that it popped into my head again.) It would be a lot easier if I didn't worry about what happens to me, if my self interest were banished - to "deny thyself". After all, I should have learnt by now that happiness is a transient state while in this body, on this earth. "Happily ever after" is for fairytales. Who am I to think that I deserve anything more than the misery of my own psychotic mind for company?If I am bleak, it is the remnants of my old self being laid to rest - the death of dreams, and the laying aside of forlorn hope.
This time I won't apologise for my dark words. If I am a disappointment it is to myself and to God. To everyone else I am but a shadow, a whisper, a mist - all burnt away by the harshness of daylight.
Tortured Soul
Wading in darkness,
surrounded by night.
Traipsing through winter,
no summer in sight.
The brightness of day,
shaded pale and wan.
Reveals but a shell,
not the soul of a man.
Eyes of hard granite,
cold burnished steel.
Reflects the depths within,
life tied beneath the wheel.
What was is gone,
bright fiery flame dimmed.
Just a body and a mind,
with eyes tear-rimmed.
Soon the darkness will overwhelm,
hope’s feeble light diminished.
Denied both rest and solace,
still, as yet,
he is not finished…
Wading in darkness,
surrounded by night.
Traipsing through winter,
no summer in sight.
The brightness of day,
shaded pale and wan.
Reveals but a shell,
not the soul of a man.
Eyes of hard granite,
cold burnished steel.
Reflects the depths within,
life tied beneath the wheel.
What was is gone,
bright fiery flame dimmed.
Just a body and a mind,
with eyes tear-rimmed.
Soon the darkness will overwhelm,
hope’s feeble light diminished.
Denied both rest and solace,
still, as yet,
he is not finished…