Sagacity

Sagacity

 

 

 O heavy heart that aches with despair

 

Lost, despondent, and left to die

 

O the soul that concedes to the pain

 

 Inside of me that yet abides

 

Where is the joy this life was to bring?

 

Days I escape memories of the forgotten?

 

Hope is gone; darkness to swallow me

 

 Like grass that blankets the earth

 

 Joy, a facade; a mask to hide the plights

 

 Of unrelenting torment

 

Wondering in the dark

 

Nightmares transmute reality

 

Seasons unchanging

 

The hand that is bitterness

 

Holds only misery and sorrow

 

Wielding its sword to fell

 

Every instrument of joy

 

But, alas weary

 

Fatally wounded

 

 I am, undone

 

 

O to escape from the deep pit of woe;

 

Slip away to the undying wilderness of old

 

 Lands stained with blood, sweat, and tears

 

Run through the fields the sun caresses the years;

 

Its stroke illuminates all it touches to gold.

 

Run to the rivers and cast cares upon the waters,

 

Washing away the wasted years of my sorrows

 

Winds to expel all the worries from recall

 

And the earth to swallow all the burdens that I bear

 

The mantle of morning to smite the darkness of my soul

 

Restore to my heart the days of tender

 

When love was all that mattered, hate far behind.

 

Flourish of life to bring sweet fragrance of hope

 

Vanquish all the stench of men’s vainglory

 

Renew my soul like fresh spring showers

 

Long after cold winter’s reign

 

Like the birds of summer, to set me free.

 

To bring back hope,

 

To believe in the unbelievable

 

Reviews

[cilla]

This is a beautiful piece. I loved the way you used nature to portray the depths of your sadness and sorrow. As our inner world is crumbling so too is everything that surrounds us. Our world becomes a dark and lonely place.

I think I am drawn to poems like this excellent one because they provide a great cathartic experience. I come and can read and reflect and take comfort in my own world ... one that is often a melancholy place.

The second verse provides a vision of both what can be and what has been lost. And in the last two lines there is a reminder that "To bring back hope" one must make that leap of faith and "believe in the unbelievable. That is, after all, the very essence of faith.

My one small suggestion concerns the 3rd line, 2nd verse ... " Lands stained with blood, sweat, and tears". The blood, sweat and tears has become a common cliché' and subtracts more than it adds.

This is beautiful work ... Bravo to you!

[Coyote Poetry]

"Like the birds of summer, to set me free.
To bring back hope,
To believe in the unbelievable"
Hard to regain strength and lose fear from memories and sadness. I like the flow of thoughts and the very good ending. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote