Poem with a rather dark tone, talking about my view of reality. |
THE DOOR OF DARKNESS 1 Now I live and have my being, Think and wonder, act and feel. Grasp it hard, for time is fleeing; Is it true that this is real? What is real is made inside me, Tended daily, piece by piece. No matter that my foes deride me, An insight that can never cease. So meaning is for me to fashion, And form a matrix deep and wide. To bring a new, compelling passion; My purpose cannot be denied. But things outside will change and vary, Nothing ever stays the same. Challenges emerge as scary; Force me to adjust my aim If we would deny the painful, Sometimes life cannot be calm. In a sense we miss the gainful, Avoiding wounds and shunning harm. No matter how we run and juggle, Fighting chance with every breath. Accepting fate is worth the struggle, Live out our life, face up to death. In the spotlight of reflection, Good and bad and kind and mean. Can I make a true correction? For what I’ve ever done or been? For who can know and who can say Which way tomorrow’s wind will blow? So each of us must find a way To conquer fear before we go. Else we plunge into the void, Howling that we should not go. What is a man who will avoid Reality that all should know. Threescore and ten, the Bible tells us Our lot upon this earth to dwell. Unyielding time at last compels us To bid our world a last farewell. Footnotes |