Skip to content

torment

12 May 2010

ever and always the words come
when silence breaks, and alone
the world spins madly on a mad axis–
touchstones and moorings convieniently forgotten
when the going gets tough once again;
and with Agravaine’s wolfishness, i sin,
finding such solace in sublunary passions
(what marvelous distractions!)
that in the end leave one only numb,
deaf and dumb and blind.

i thought that these things were walled off,
left long since behind, only to find
that where vigilance is relaxed, even a moment,
life again becomes a dreadful, meaningless
torment.

Advertisements
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: