Attempting to consider today, the events of tomorrow.
Allowing the many joys in life to be overshadowed by sorrow.
Memories so powerful they haunt and control.
Life’s contradictions challenging the truth we know.
Condemnation inflicted by times past.
Getting what we want, not wanting what we have.
The road we are on and the road we need to find.
The transition to, existence, and mystery of the afterlife.
The whispers in life that the wind swiftly carries.
The tide that’s controlled by the moon as it varies.
The sands that are traveled day in and day out.
Feelings of despair and feelings of doubt.
Webs, unwillingly embraced by silken wings.
The music of the raindrops as they rhythmically sing.
The sound of a train as it comes to a halt.
The instinctive way a heart beats when it knows it is at fault.
Dangers present, yet undiscovered by the mind.
The small ticking sound we’ve given to majestic time.
Our stream of thoughts, interrupted.
Our vision of morals, corrupted.
Flowers that bloom only in the dark of night.
A sunset, still beautiful after a gruesome fight.
The tears that fall with joy in the heart.
A human spirit broken, yet not fallen apart.
The masterpiece in art by the stroke of a brush.
The way we all have time, yet still we all will rush…
©E.D. Allee
February 1993
Written back in the day when I was 17, with some revision.
picture: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/pierre-auguste-renoir/the-thinker-1877
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