Vanity
Silently, the weeping silhouette
faints into the midnight storm
I follow with intent, bearing the
curiosity from which I was born
The storm settles and the figure
loses its’ allure
Now I’m lost in anticipation, with
a burning in my core
A beacon of light shines out to
comfort the thought that I’m alone
I am alive, feeling well, but lost
and far from home
The injunction of whispers satiate
the palette of darkness I desire
And the fervent groaning of those
feverishly moaning is all I can expect from my years of sowing
Dark embers, pulsing, glowing
A harbinger of pain that’s
continuously growing, Dear Lord!
Humble this narrow mind and it’s
delusions of “all-knowing”
Send it down rivers of running
water that travel long and keep flowing!
My serenity is time, can you
increase my pain?
Follow the silhouettes down these
hallways, and keep searching in vain.
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