A Gnawing, Uncertain Future

A Gnawing, Uncertain Future
A Gnawing, Uncertain Future

Halcyon days, like confetti in a gale,
can’t quite reach my thoughts,
and what’s left is the struggle of now,
the persistent and gnawing complexity
of a world in crisis.

I wake with burdens from all quarters,
not my life but all those around me, impacts,
and I find myself sinking,
drawn out by dire possibilities
and the relentless pressure of uncertainty.

I wish often for my heart to un-feel in its fate,
but stone I have never been,
and reality is stark and sharp to a vulnerable mind,
one open enough to care
for life, for the down trodden, for those I love.

I endure what I must to survive,
to uphold my sanity,
yet the burden is often too great
and I feel myself slipping,
the illusions of a covert world harsh and obvious.

Why do I care so much,
when life can crush me like a bug,
yet I find I have no choice, no relief,
and the directions of power are so wrong,
and I, helpless in their grim ensuing.

I remember childhood with such openness,
no burden touched me,
and I wish that life could accommodate,
now in this time and place,
when tragedy and uncertainty surrounds us all.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

3 thoughts on “A Gnawing, Uncertain Future

  • November 20, 2016 at 3:10 AM
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    Oh to be a child again, with no worldly cares. I remember the tents we made on the floor with blankets and chairs. It was so safe in there. Some days I think it would be fun to do that again, just to forget some things for awhile. I really like your poem, Tony. I am going to go build a tent now. ūüôā

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  • November 20, 2016 at 3:57 AM
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    Yes I remember, a cubby we called it: sheet or blanket over arm chairs and lots of cushions. Yes, to be so free and without care would be nice. Thanks Phyllis.

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    • November 20, 2016 at 4:24 PM
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      “Cubby” – that does sound more cozy. And yes, lots of cushions. My kids made some pretty fancy ones. LOL

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