Uncovering secrets is a lesson to us all
Maybe there are things that should remain lost to this world
Would they do more harm than good?
After all is said and done
What is this need to understand
Forcing the do or die?
Am I ready to die?
To give my all
I really do not understand
What is this madness we call a world
Where what we desire not need, must be done
In the name of all that is good
Good, such a simple word Good
Is it really so good to die?
Knowing in one's heart what must be done
I am a believer after all
Alone in a voiceless, senseless world
Yet having little or no understanding
But what is this understanding?
To know what should or should not be done
Better I should die
Than live in this chaotic world
For my own good
My salvation is my sanity after all
Be all and end all
Damn, freedom tastes good
The wine of understanding
All surely must drink before they die
Arcadia, my translucent world
My work here is almost done
No, Wait, am I really done?
Am I truly ready to die?
Who deceives my soul by feeling so good?
In the Utopia that is now my world
This can not be the ultimate understanding
Truth wears a mask after all
In a world I failed to understand, between what is good and what is done, I lay down my white flag before you all, to die in unresolved peace
Dante, this is very, very deep. It asks the questions I think we are all afraid to ask. Death is a certainty, it's usually painful, it's the most fearful unknown. I've been close to three deaths in the last month. Trayvon Martin lived in the next county. Barbara Pill, a long-time, well known state trooper was shot and killed not far from my house. And my therapist died last week.
ReplyDeleteI knew death hurt, I lost my foster daughter, when she was murdered back in 2000.
Yet, my own depression longs for me to go ahead, lay down my head one last time. But instead, I wake up to this Arcadia you speak of everytime.
I really really like this one.
Take care, Susan
PS: Do you remember me from Webook, arent you the one that helped me create THFS? Let me know, I'm curious! We revolted and bolted from FOW or COB! Now look at us! Right back where we belong I guess...eh?
I read everything you write and what you right is the very best. I have followed you for years and as a poet they don't come anybetter
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