Loneliness ... the antagonist without a face

Loneliness ... the antagonist without a face

Taunting with a treasure trove 

of misbegotten lies

loneliness is ...

the antagonist without a face
Eyes 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