All Those Strings
Left, Right, Up and Down,
Back and forth, Here and There
Every move creates a ripple they say,
Or is a a tether to hold at bay?
Control and security an illusion,
Choice and Destiny a delusion.
Hands held with fingers entwined,
Always at arm's length, hearts resigned.
Forever is too long a time to commit,
Tied and attached to another's fit,
The promise of love an eternal state,
Instead shackled to a deadened weight.
No fault to give, no one to blame,
For the death of the endless flame,
No forest in sight, neither trees,
Dried hope scattered upon the breeze.
Perpetual attempts to close the space,
Continual failure to find embrace,
Toxic soils of fields left fallow,
Trying to drown in waters too shallow.
All connected to the nothingness,
A life unlived amongst the mess,
Unable to ever touch a heart,
Memories unserved, to depart.
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My favorite part:
Isn't that the truth of our lives... ?
I believe so. I am not sure what to do with it though.
We strive for closeness, sometimes we feel even more distant though.
Each passing day, takes us further away from where we should be.
Only from my place do I have strength, the human paradox is that, we only appreciate what goes away, not what we had in our hands.
We are poorly wired.
Love only survives through commitment. Without commitment, love is meaningless.
I finished a Dickens story just last night that this poem reminds me of, The Haunted Man. This guy made a deal with a phantom to erase all of his troubles and sorrows from his memory. Once done, he became a man filled with anger and hate, trying to drown in waters too shallow, unable to touch any heart except with anger and hate. He managed to recognize his state, and to seek a woman who knew only love, despite many troubles and sorrows in her past. We learn that it is because of the sorrows that a man can love at all.