Upon us, the ravages of thoughts,
aspiring within us to reign,
and we, the brunt of all our hopes,
to survive ourselves and
in sufferance, refrain from darkness.
The struggle is endless,
transpiring in every thought and breath,
as our hearts beat their own drum,
and try to remain implicit in belief,
for our own redemption.
Forever at odds with ourselves,
temptations and affirmations alike,
ever lead us to crisis points,
to the havoc in our lives,
for the distinction and direction of our plight.
Sometimes I just stand there,
motionless, as if frozen,
the thoughts within in battle,
the quandary drawn out, who knows
in what state I’ll be.
Then, as if released I come to life,
wondering what circumstance will derive,
whether catastrophe or right,
and the conflict is often hidden, not always aware,
I cringe with doubts, for what avalanche will appear.
For thoughts are precursors to life,
circumstances driven to be by ideas
often far from right,
and I must accept their judgement, their impulsive whims,
for tis me that suffers in consequence, their dreams.
Tony DeLorger © 2017