Scarlet When in the light of day the vision is concealed. But with the night what was hidden is reveled. They show themselves in all their capacity. They chortle and sneer with blatant audacity. The visions are disturbing. The sounds unnerving. The thoughts become forcible, Their consequences unbearable. The goal, to hide these vision stark and severe. Suppress them and always to persevere. To see the exhilaration with in the desolation. To overcome life’s tribulation. Sometimes success is achieved, And than the pressure is relieved. At times triumph cannot be willed, Then the pressure begins to build Determination sinks deep into desolation, No hope of it’s restoration. Life seems to drain away, To lose it’s luster. To decay. The need is fierce to find the spark, To light the fire to pierce the dark. To stop the sadness and hopes eradication. To stop the wild speculation. For what if, in fact, life has begun to drain. What is left? What parts remain? The mind reacts in dull mystification Strange thoughts intrude bringing stupefaction. If life exists blood must as well. Without it life cannot dwell. Thoughts absurd, thoughts disconcerted. Irrational behavior reasserted. The razors sharp. The wound lay bare. The pain is dull. The mind unaware. The only thought, “Will the scarlet show?” And will the little death, at last, begin to slow? The thoughts absurd. The mind distraught. But for a time the logic bought. The scarlet flowing. A wondrous sight. And with it comes a faint light. The logic dictates that with the scarlet comes hope. And towards that light you begin to grope. A candle faint, but within reach, And in the surrounding shadows, at last, a breach. The logic flawed and in disrepair. But with it comes less despair. And with the scarlet within sight A return to life, a return to light.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 10:25:46 +0000
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