Reality’s Splintering
The dove flies, a child cries,
a broken man tries to stand,
a women lies to save herself,
abuse at whose commend,
and bombs explode,
seeds in sunlight grow,
blood is spilled,
sweat sizzles on earth,
as hope is lost,
truth is tossed to the wind,
faith is tested to breaking point,
anointed in the darkened void,
confinement, concealment,
reality in vehement demise,
cries to truth to sympathize,
as fall it must,
from lack of trust,
the world we thought,
aught to be,
not this perversity
of thought and action
aligned to one group only,
a member we shall never be.
Belief, must debrief,
water under a bridge too far away,
today it crumbles,
humbles itself before the foundations,
a provocation undermining all,
and what building stands on sand,
as water creeps to untie its will,
instill the movement of change
that takes away the dreams,
cleanse the imagination let loose,
and slowly ties the noose
that hangs a man
clinging to the truth,
when truth just disconnects
the wrecks that create
the pathways we must walk,
as just another soul talking big,
when truly we are fruitless,
a pig in a poke all trussed up,
ready for the final blade,
for we are a fine pedigree, a gauge,
not permitted to be more,
or at least, know the score.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Very well penned and emotive verse, Tony. A life disrupted, loss of love and trust, alienation, sorrow over a shattered life. This what I felt when I read your poem. It is sad, leaving a soul disoriented and wondering if there is any hope – there is always hope. x
Thanks Phyllis, yes always hope but those who rule and play the cards are far from the likes of us, in their self-centered lives of greed and power. Take care.
So true. Take care, Tony.