PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2012

There are statutes forbidding the things I desire

Contentment is a virtue that I haven't yet acquired

I'll squint to catch a hint of the splendor in your gaze

Snatch that ray of rapture as it streaks across the haze

Begging your pardon while perusing your garden

I'll cherish your expression 'til it's once again hardened

It would shake my illusions and cause me to tremble

If all of those dreams were disassembled

Carelessly torn or treated with scorn as though stillborn

Fading and degrading and unfairly forlorn

If cheap sentiments were the best I could afford

Don't bed them and shred them when you're finished and bored

It's not as though I haven't considered the grim repercussions

But words that used to comfort me have slowly ceased to function

The pleas that used to punctuate my prayers grow weary

A dreadful quiet and unwanted calm in silence so eerie

A multitude of mistakes have taken a deadly toll

While unsubstantial goals have rotted my dear dour soul

Though my pleasures may shrink I'll playfully wink

While my rancid remains crumble and stink

This withering coward devoured by his inner turmoil

Devoid of joy with his supper sour and spoiled

Now except for the random posthumous spasm

Life has descended the dark dusty chasm