Loneliness ... the antagonist without a face
Taunting with a treasure trove
of misbegotten lies
loneliness is ...
the antagonist without a faceEyes that well with tears
are the deeply rooted spoils
of what was never sown
to be harrowed dust and stone
What was never given freely
can never belie the truth
when the will to fight
or flight is tested,
served up like humble pie
It’s that (diminishing) obscurity
that hides the thread barren
deeply woven into
the frayed fabric aplomb
The demure black sheep
silently wanders away
stained loveless without a fold..,
beguiled by other sheep of prey,
blinded by having such
... finely-wooled over eyes
Love is the only enabling fabric
adept to draw out the chill
from the darkest cold
true penitence transforming,
bending flecks of light
like a prism splayed glow
For it is through the cracks
the memory of light gets in;
it is through those misbefallen memories,
come what may
The antagonist without a face,
still hauntingly lingers,
amidst blue shades
of melancholy hues
within yesterday's silenced tears ―
harlon rivers © ...4.24.2015
Notes:
It’s been said “Silence is golden,
but my eyes still see" Frankie Valli
though I weary be ,
sometimes silence
is the sound
of loneliness ;
sometimes loneliness
has no sound at all
...a snippet from "A Black Swan of Loneliness" by harlon rivers
"True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat." F.H. Bradley
