Faye

Faye

A Poem by Mason
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Something about reading this...I enjoy it. It seems chaotic and disorganized, but, to me, it makes perfect sense.

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It's gone black,
Everything has,
My Past,
My Present,
My Future,
Where are they now?

Summer Solstice,
Dimmer,
Winter Solstice,
Colder.

The Equinox is soon upon us,
Where will you be then?
Where will I be?

Confusion and Fear,
Disillusionment and Paranoia,
Conquering them,
I choose the pen.

My weapons;
My words,
Thoughts,
Emotions.
No voice,
without my weapons,
Gone mute,
Gone limp.

Blind, am I,
Holding a weapon,
Swinging wildly,
I hit nothing,
Except perhaps myself,
Every now and then.

Wounded,
Bleeding,
I fall down,
I cower,
Only to see,
No one.

I open my eyes,
The charred landscapes,
It reminds us,
What is to come.

Be swift,
Godspeed,
Light, there,
I can see,
I can move,
I follow...

To where?
That's unimportant.
Whose light?
That's unimportant.

My only instinct,
Follow it.
My only desire,
Absorb it.

Leaping Forward,
Falling Back,
Never caught,
But ever so close.

I dance to it,
What joy,
I run to it,
What joy,
I skip to it,
What joy,
I crawl to it,
What joy,
I cling to it,
What joy,
I reveal to it,
What joy.

It knows all things,
It houses all secrets,
It trusts all words,
It judges all actions.

But rest assured,
Its judgement is fair,
Its criticisms are fair,
Its world has never been.

Where are you to guide me now,
To criticize me now,
To judge me now,
To trust me now,
To embrace me now,
To touch fingers with me now,
To forgive me now,
To decide death for me now?

Am I left to fend for myself,
To live for myself,
And die by myself?
What else is there?

To be life's guide,
To be the silent criticizer,
To be the fair judge,
To be the trusting,
To be the one to embrace,
To instill life in others,
To forgive others,
To decide death for others.

Such omnipotent tasks,
I can't possibly hope to be them,
But, with human limitations,
I find the right qualities...
What strength this is!
What wisdom this is!
What knowing this is!
What empathy this is!

Human Limitations,
What a negative name.
I am hardly limited;
I am empowered!

© 2014 Mason


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