Moth To The Light

I leave it all

I leave you all today

I drop this burden

And walk away

Now I fade into the wind
And let this shell disintegrate

You thought of me once

You touched my heart many times

I thank you

I think of you still

For you bought life to my living

And what a life I lived

I shall not leave you

I shall be the gale in your face

If you need be slowed

I shall be the gale at your back

If you need be encouraged

I shall be the air that surrounds you

Ancient tears run like a silent river

Each tear as desperately lonely

As the individual beat of the heart

This is the rhythm of my existence

The tick of a splashing tear

The tock of saddened heartbeat

Faith is for things unproven

So now I can no longer hold faith

As all I ever believed in has proven false

I talk of the magic

But feel only the curse

Of this open mind and knowledge

This heavy weight inside my mind

That forces my sight through the deceptions

That tells me there is far more to life

But not how to find it

It does not lift me

It just condemns me

So I turn my back on conformity and start walk

I drift now as an outcast from normality

I live in a world that should be but is not

All I build I eventually surrender

It erodes with the raging winds

The winds of change that most resist

So let there be no further tears

As the final darkness strangles

There can be no other place left

That these answers could be hiding

I stood at the doorway between worlds

Today I make my choice

If it remains dark

Then at least it is all over

Though I might emerge transformed

Like a majestic butterfly

Then shall I learn to use these wings

Or else just fall to yet deeper depths

So let me sink if it is to be so

For every time I sink further

I get to understand a higher high

For it is the irony of life

That we must exist forever in darkness

Before we can know anything of the light

Copyright 'The Human Voice' 2012

Reviews

[Tex]

Wow. a very deep write. I like the way the first two stanzas set the tone for this piece. they in fact could stand alone as a poem all there own. But then you go a whole other level down and it gets even more intimate. This :

For it is the irony of life
That we must exist forever in darkness
Before we can know anything of the light

was a masterful close to this great poem.

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

Thank you most kindly Nicholas. Your kind reviews give me much encouragement.