The Search

Encouraging words bringing swealtering sighs.
Redeeming a seemingly whirlwind of lies,
Smothering sorrows, apologies nigh,
Never a sound, just a hush and goodbye.

Frantically burroughed inside of a hole,
Waiting for yesterday's dreams to unfold,
Clinging to madness insearch of a clue,
Deliverance calls, but it never finds you.

You watch eons of souls,
Clad in vessels of flesh,
Wandering aimlessly,
Absorbed in a mesh,
Of destruction,
Til spiderwebs give birth again,
More juries, more stories,
More blunders to bend.

Somewhere beyond this distortion of truth,
And the masks proudly worn,
Yet perverse, and uncouth,
There's a billowing fury
Of untold reprise,
Like a star in the daylight,
Obscured by the skies.

Invoking it's essence,
Your lessons appear,
You discover your life,
And it's perfectly clear,
That the quiet sole voice,
In the silence you scorned,
Was your own lie,
Your own truth,
Denied and adorned.

 

 2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sonnet for a misguided detective.

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