dryA Poem by RuseInex
my joints, the strings that hold them together
to muscle and bone, have weakened through the years, they ache, these sinews and tendons these hinges that flex and bend and tear by the duress of gravity's stress the wear by tension of a broken mind and heart broken by push and shove and kick and punch by the wearing away by life's duress by each moment of the passing of time toward the end of it by the passing away of each one i've come to know toward that end knowing mine is next and i've not done what i'd like to have done not for want of will but for helplessness subject to the law invisible in the universe i lost my way i lost my love my jaw is stiff hardened by routine no juice flows from the ripened grapes no honey seeps from the hive of life i wake stoic, thirsty, wondering, seeking, searching for solutions, for answers to my simplest, deepest questions i have found bits, some pieces i will ever search until they come the ones that matter most that fuel my need to know until, i will no longer feel the need to look for truth, like a precious gem i've lost in the crevices of my travels by the pain of my hardship my illusions i did not look for my delusions i did not welcome to violate my soul they broke down my door for the gem of love and truth i will wait 'til it comes in the quiet of my day in my dream in the night when i am contrite and humbled by my faults i will lay myself down low and wait 'til i'm lifted by the one who knows what i seek to know i will knock, i will plead, i will wait i will lay down in the path of harm there is no way around like a lamb for the one who understands for the weight to fall on him who knows what i'm looking for the One who promises to show the truth will show me i've lost my love the One who has and holds my love will show me it's still there, he will help me find it again © 2017 RuseInex |
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Added on February 15, 2017 Last Updated on February 15, 2017 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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