The Cadence Of My Sorrow

In the quiet place of contemplation
I sought refuge from consternation

At the zero point where all realities collide
I had no choice but to go inside

On a crisp autumn day I escaped to a lily pond
I become one with my words they are my wand

The greatest tool for the greatest fool
Dripping madness by a puddled pool

I’d like to make my throne upon these floating emerald jewels
I’d like to pretend love is wild and without rules

A dreamer I am and will always be
As my body bears the penalty of me

I write and write in an effort to right
I glean and glean but there is only blight

Surely breakthrough is fodder for the insane
Truly the only resource I have is my brain

Process over prediction
It is my dereliction

Forever alone
No flesh, blood nor bone

A silent heart’s cry
I will stop asking why

In the quiet place of contemplation
I face with courage my resignation

Everything exists yet nothing at all
And in between this reality I find my stall

On a cold blustery autumn day I found myself by a muddy pool of green
Water lillies float beautifully with no need to preen

If only I could be as beautiful in my natural state
The cadence of my sorrow is the music of my fate

Cozett Contemplates #poetry #chatttownpoet

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