PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My life’s far from shambles, yet no solace is found,

My passions and my dreams are pummeled to the ground.

The person I am, is not, and the confusion abounds,

I am still waiting to hear that ‘thin still sound’.

With each new attempt, a new failure is born,

Where I strive for greatness, I am met with scorn.

Why try once more, to become so forlorn?

Why try to listen to the ‘redemptive horn’?

To believe is to lay, lifes questions to rest,

To question is to accede, to Satan’s behest,

To think, ponder, or yearn we have assumed is the best,

But if you take it too far, you have failed the test.

And this test you’ve failed, is not merely a grade,

It is your definition, it is of what your soul is made.

You have entered the game, and your life you can’t trade,

But in this game you will wish, you never had played.

So go on, my dear friend, continue the show,

Rehearse your lines, and get ready to go,

Go through the motions, ‘Perfect, just so’,

Continue the play, as if you don’t know.

This will buy you some time, to ignore your pain,

To quiet the noise, that has conquered your brain,

In this fight there is no glory, only disdain,

With that I will leave you, with one more refrain.

Time is a’tickin, the clock won’t stand still,

Your choices are limited, you won’t have your fill.

So take what you have, as you climb up the hill,

When you get there, just listen for that sound so ‘still’.