Obsession's Cure

Something new from something old...

The silence I wish to breach
An eagerness that drives me on
Sleepless nights tossing and turning
In this house of cards and glass windows
I wish would crumble, I wish would break
From all the stones I've thrown thus far

And even in the early morning light
I struggle for air
To douse the fire inside that burns
And burns though I do not die

How long can this agony last?

Struggling with this endless fascination
A desire, always for what was never mine
How to grasp the stars without scorching my soul,
Does anyone out there know?
Who can tell me how the story ends?
When even angels lack the syllables necessary to sing

And I, a lonely child at night
Waiting for the solitude, my only friend to return
That we two may wonder and wander 'neath the moonlight
So cold, that fractures become the joy we seek
Raindrops falling down the jagged walls of the choices we made

A loving heart wounded by faith, mishandled, torn
Hoping for the sunlight to come back to it
Washing away all that dark, sealing the shattered fragments
And yet I wait, throwing my attentions to the wind
Searching, longing, hungering...for something I had

But was it really mine?
Or merely another someone that was never mine to hold
Like the last grain of sand slipping through the hourglass
So many have there been that I wonder

Will I ever find my Obsession's Cure?

Author's Note

Inspired by music, life, an old poem, and a conversation with my friend, KLGoode. Thank you.

Reviews

[Faceless Poet]

Be cured or not
life always does keeps up of our choices
the waves of side effects
causing to stir every emotions
from every fiber of our heart

what we've lost or what we try to attain
must be worthy of our presence
if not, then we head to something else
to go on living…

be dead and be alive
that’s how we survive
we are our own cure.

- faceless being.

[Caradoc]

What an interesting response. It is not often I encounter poetry in a review, especially one with deep meaning to me personally. I approve.

Thank you.

[Faceless Poet]

imaginary smiles from a faceless me, you are most welcome. It is a pleasure to hear you approve my way of response.

[David Scott]

I don't know... Do you really want to find the cure? It is such a damning bliss we live... The world finds genius in obsession. We idolize it. It is required to succeed in modern culture. A great poem!

[Caradoc]

Hmm...perhaps. Much of my poetry is inspired by pain and longing. Without it, what would I write? But then again, to have some peace for a while would be nice.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

[Lyn Anderson]

Maybe not a cure but do it enough and you will be vaccinated. :) I am sorry. It sucks, I know, and whether it is us or a fictional character, the pain is real.

[Caradoc]

Indeed. A vaccination does sound good though. Thanks KL, for reading and reviewing. :)