Too Dark the Winter of His Barren Life
Posted: Tuesday, June 16, 2009
by Paula Andrea
Cosmic Therapy
Undispersed Love In the dark winter of his barren life, he looked back upon the years he had seen The tall green trees had grown so bare, while the yellow flowers wilted,
There must have been times when he laughed but they were few and far between
Now he groaned in travail unable still to let go of the grip that kept him stilted
Like hungry rivers they explored voracious valleys seeking a willing source
It would've cost him nothing to listen, to lead, to give, to help, to share awhile
Yet, he chose to hoard the fertile essence of love, a disguised matter of untold course
Head bent low he squinted into the flooding sorrow filled sunset, with a deep unresolved stare
Blurred faces picked and stung a rippled saddened mind, his stabbing song of deep remorse
He had endured such a vacant lonely life, without others ever suspecting how much he cared
As the bitter end grows near, he longed for once to see a happy man who could laugh unforced
Instead, wind blew the haunted wasted truth across the tattered face in mocking memory
Too late resistance grinds a stubborn path inside the heart as sure as the rain does pelt
He had forged a crop of unsung soul and unshared gifts in the field of pointless misery
Epitaph: "Another unknown man called by his name cast life aside like new forgotten belt"
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