Knowing Up From Down…enigmas

I fall awake every night,
asleep, in my wildest dreams,
fall flat on my face while standing
and fly like a bird when at ease,
and still I am tainted by the limits of my mind,
smeared and smudged and inclined
to believe nothing I say,
my spilt words betraying all I am,
my contention just another plane of being,
strewn over the complexity of my thought,
that drives my insanity, such a rort,
if only I could yield my truth,
to know up from down.

Up is where I’m facing,
down the other side of my head,
asleep when my mind is dreaming,
awake, all the hurt I dread,
moving is when thought strikes me,
still when I can’t take any more,
unconscious, a dream of reality,
that never, never restores,
quiet a moment that eludes me,
noise the constant of life,
peace, a longing for human kind,
that is never released from strife,
and so why should I?

I quietly watch eternity,
just to see if it flinches from my stare,
I breathe in the fade of the gloaming,
to taste the bitter day’s fair,
and my heart aches from death,
me, surrounded by its pointlessness,
and softly sigh with resolve,
with nothing to address this problem,
yet here I am, in question,
probing life with a long sharp stick,
pushing hard in its belly,
to see if it responds quick,
or just dismisses me with ambivalence.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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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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