The Pessimist's Flight

The road that is lit, dimly, by the lampposts of pessimism; a light that, in lieu of guiding one away from the darkness, pushes one deeper into the abyss of doubt, sorrow, and crippling apprehension.

There sits a bird atop a brook
He sees more than all below
Ardent, yet poise; wise as a rook
His story, narrated like a book
Though read by none, should anyone know
The legacy this bird shalt sow?

Still sits this bird atop the brook
Now pondering his way of flight
On felling unborn hope he uncovers
An obligation that stubbornly towers
Before fear set, he inked his plight
But with him, fear; not hope, he took

Thus sits no bird atop the brook
The fledgling she hearthed, the hopes they birthed
Have rot and crumbled just the same
Life was but a gamble; a game
Ah, the gemstone they unearthed
Has retreated to its nook

Yet, babbles forth, this omniscient brook
The pessimist's flight, a wayward one.
Sans direction; sans hope; sans meaning
One can only aim to falter

Author's Note

I am well aware that it is physically impossible for a bird to perch itself atop a brook. However, as with most poems, this seemingly improbably action symbolizes something deeper.

Reviews

[Julian]

Very good piece! Several shades of depth and meaning, and such a well phrased style and meter of composition!