Poemander

How tears melt without a trace,

Protracting furrows through the years,

They second everlasting grace

Dueled from chase with diminutive fears.

Like spears at the point of impact,

Inflicting damage to the visceral dimensions,

Words congregate to form a pact,

To promptly hemorrhage the best intentions.

Who did encourage us to act this way?

Free will's a burden to free living.

A privilege to see the light of day

We mortgaged with entitlement to willing.

Old friends have changed into a vapid mob.

Defying the fluidity of nature.

With great cupidity had they oneself to rob

Of life, abiding insensate nomenclature.

As good as dead, we immolate

What's rife, what's sentient and feeling

Not even tiny bit of shame, we imprecate

The very virtue of forgiving.

Deceiving, we're ourselves deceived,

Entrapped with our own entrapment.

By loss of own sense bereaved,

Immured we are inside a self-imposed confinement.

Behind this fence it is the land of dead,

I've searched out for the living.

Ignored were beating hearts instead

To silence out the dealing.

Much unappealing is the word of truth

When ignorance concealing

Much easier behind the walls of rules,

In volumes of fine print up to the ceiling.

You entered this abode through doors of hope.

Got shackled down with chains of unfulfilling doubt.

In hiving reasons mindlessly grope;

Reflections in black mirrors make you proud.

No doubt, I'm beyond the reach,

Just trust, no rope can hold us bound.

The truth of matter is a gapping breach,

This let alone, will all the rest confound.