Friday, December 05, 2008
rudimentary languish
transcending adroitly, the troughs of emotion once felt
when enthrallment first struck fittingly sticks, forever
in debt to a comfortable, believable persona from the past.
mistaken and forsaken in stark, bar(r)e(n) truth,
many try to conform to acceptable disbelief and unshackle
themselves from the familiar ties that bind,
policing a social veneer of forwardness and openness,
with times leading new sheep, with the promise of green pastures.
granted and definitely proven, the test of time and its elements prove
that a bad man's lovely worth and fevered impressions fade with attrition
as easily as Sisyphus's obligations.
often times it is the demons that unwittingly bind us, rather than
willing good souls, as with a sinkhole that threatens to be an eternal damnation,
belies a presumed self-divulged love treasure
waiting to be embraced...
if ever.
