In Tune and Open As I Am…burden and blessing
An ear filled with echoes,
a million and one thoughts,
circling like vultures,
myself the prey of sorts,
and if that cacophony subsides,
I’ll know I’m well and truly dead,
for this mind works overdrive,
incessantly, for all that’s in my head.
How often I beg it to stop,
to give me some reprieve,
but to my dismay, in endless ways,
its the shadows that they leave,
they weight my thoughts and muddy all,
give me headaches and make me stall,
because they are so stark and confronting,
I just cannot ignore, their whining.
Rest is what I need,
what my body pleas,
yet as darkness falls, my eyes are wide,
and these thoughts just make me bleed,
as they are the resounding of my soul’s memories,
the vacillation of times gone by,
like a metronome a swinging,
flooding my senses, awry.
Then in slumber’s sweet hold,
the overwhelming stops,
replaced by dreams of latter days,
bringing me to my knees,
and I pray for some salvation,
for a kindness to myself,
from my endless questioning banter,
to understand the whole.
For all the pain and empathy
that drives me to this state,
I can but thank the universe,
for the learning I must sate,
but knowing is a double edge,
a burden and a blessing,
feeling every breath of life,
far more that it was meant.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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You are an empath and a kind soul, which makes you much more sensitive to all thoughts and emotions surrounding you. I keep you in my prayers, Tony.
You are kind Phyllis, and thank you for your friendship. Take care.
Real and true poets are often bombarded by such thoughts Tony, you are one of them. What would it be if you were not? We wouldn’t have such a diverse volume of work coming from your beautiful mind. I know it’s painful at times, loss of sleep, tiredness, lethargy, sadness, feelings of madness at times. Yet, we need to leave our minds open to our Muse’s will, being stoked like embers in a dying fire, our thoughts glistening afire for all our readers to enjoy what we pen, much of it coming at a cost to our minds and souls. Peace my poet.
Much appreciated Dear friend, And peace to you Vincent. Cheers!