Ruminations

Ruminations divulged from a nighttime terror

Beads of condensation pulsating with fervor

Peering into the myriad of images, I wonder

If my dreams have perforated reality’s barrier

Or, more alarmingly, if the shades of hope

I viewed with gleaming optimism were but

A reflection of my imagination, a mere shadow

Refracting off my dreamscape’s fluid veneer

 

Within my psyche lies a child, innocent

And lifted with a sense of perpetual naïveté

That ferments with time into the bitterness

Which consumes and abides only by the laws

Of the veiled thieves who fancy the darkness

And its facetious attempts at enlightenment

Lo, I am but a puppet controlled by hands

Far greater than my own, for better or worse

 

In truth, few things prove more fortuitous

Than being struck by the lightning of truth

In all of its illumination and dissemination

Of all things right and wrong and concrete

And even of all things mixed together in grey

The darkness knows the lightning can overpower

Even to the shrewdest of knaves and bow

The arrows of lies and render them sterile

 

These certain truths, the lightning, the thieves

Lurking beneath the blanket of shadows

Were forged in a fire of cataclysmic disaster

Long before my presence graced this earth

My soul has entered this cauldron, with the

Acidic darkness and base lightning searching

For some semblance of co-existence within me

As time passes, I see no light at tunnel’s end

 

While no light has yet traveled through these

Weary eyes, the naïve hope persists, and perhaps

Bears more wisdom than one would assume

Still, time is the expendable tool of the heavens

And I am convinced it is only a matter of time

Before it shall cut me down right where I stand

But if the lightning is to besiege my being

To recreate in me the spirit of my creator

 

If I am to overthrow the imperfections within

And to rid my mind of the tumult and pollution

Defeating the shadows and the façade of dreams

That I have chased like a dog does its tail

Burning the bridge to everything good and just

Trapping myself of an island of fear and self-doubt

Then everything will change, the darkness vanquished

Indeed, I shall be reborn