External Support

A poem which looks at the fact that any external support is demolish-able whereas the support which comes from within... well that's a different story isn't it? Ha

The odds once protecting your fall,

now mock your soul.

The crows once circling above you,

now eat your flesh.

Whatever religion that used to be your walking crane,

has now crumbled and eaten your breakfast.

Whatever friend thought you sane,

has misunderstood you at the best.

Objects you could believe,

never noticed you weren't there any-more,

Objects of faith and beauty mind cannot conceive,

no longer perpetrate as those of love and more.

Yet, a new centre has been found!

That which darkness once engulfed,

That which couldn't help but be profound!

Has become a friend, one which couldn't be gandalfed!

The once agonizing pain, which came from there,

Has turned into joy and a noiseless fare.

Peace which cannot be grasped is rare,

yet this light, which requires no payer,

is abundant with it and ready to share!

Author's Note

Bring it on lads! Tell me everything! What's good, what's bad, what's genius and what's downright preposterous. Appreciate it, thank you.