A Lonesome Pine

Watching those complete those, striking a pose,
pixies, gremlins and dwarves pacing the earth,
one single angel my eyes chose,
disappearing into the mist, losing it's worth.

A repetitive stop of the heartbeat, my senseless mind,

blunt stress and a meaningless reply,

such wrath by someone who was once so kind,

an endearing welcome, yet such a passionless goodbye.

Why am I forever being asked if I am complete,

I am constantly trying to defeat myself, solo,

I must be egocentric, self-centred for my legs to depend on only my feet,

for the number of lovers forever being zero.

Floating onshore, with no sense of direction,

another norm of the senseless mind, another mountain contemplated to climb,

unusual thoughts I shall not mention,

just allowing fingers to control time.

A solitary sunflower prospering, still relying on it's own stem,

yet breathing in the air and even the dusk,

still grinning in no despair, will not even cry over phlegm,

and remain glorious with a scent of musk.

A wonderful set of eyes which may return,

no pressure is bliss, too much mourning will make a heart eventually burn,

a distance is bliss, laying in the middle of Saturn,

dazed and amazed whilst my back will never turn.

There will never be enough time,

except the time we use for ourselves, as humans,

it would be a shame for that endearing mountain to not be climbed,

by such a pleasing, singular lonesome pine.

Reviews

[Gaston Villanueva]

Great use of metaphors and you painted a vivid picture

"Floating onshore, with no sense of direction,
another norm of the senseless mind, another mountain contemplated to climb,
unusual thoughts I shall not mention,
just allowing fingers to control time." - this was my favorite stanza

I liked the meaning of this and enjoyed the subtle nuances too