Asleep my woes, my worried mind,
to wake when thoughts relent and flesh does die,
and in my illusion of wondering why,
the stillness quenches my thirst.
Quarry forlorn and forgotten, attest,
interest lost and pursuits much less
than life prolonged for driven quest,
when pointless those dreams so fed.
I carry the dirt and grime of life,
hold it as if my proof of strife,
yet all is lessons I must abide,
to rise above my selfish pride.
Oh death, how complete is your intent,
will I relent my wayward erroneous themes,
my dreams thrashed into submission,
to somehow make my worth whole, by admission.
Perhaps I delude myself, paint pictures of fantasy,
when truth bites with ferocious yield,
to prove me lost to my own intentions,
my ludicrous purposeful additions.
I am who I am, lost to me and no-one else,
flying high enough to see, but well beneath heaven,
as I struggle to ascend, to mend my ways,
to find another day, my last.
Until then, I struggle on, seeking complicity
that guides my knowing right from wrong,
and until that bell tolls to wrap my rolling life,
I’ll forge my path, to an elusive right.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore