New Years Day

New Years day

2011,

begins with rain,

cold, hard sheets;

a sign of things to come?

Eye for an eye,

tooth for tooth,

choices made,

consequences paid;

it is a terrible thing

to accept defeat,

it’s like never having existed

at all.

This is what I do,

there is nothing else,

do not look for more,

do not ask questions

for which answers lie hidden,

none will come;

we reap what we sow.

These words come,

these words go,

this day begins,

this day ends,

there are places unknown,

there are shadows unseen;

all that remains

is the light in-between.

It rises like a distant storm;

this new place,

this other reality,

this far off land where

night never ends.

What is left?

what more can be said?

does no one listen?

does no one hear?

does the madness never end?

today I would have given you

everything,

yet nothing is all you took,

tomorrow brings fresh sorrow

with nothing more left;

I wish it were not so.

this life is no life,

it changes and rearranges

without completion,

without form,

creations of a creator,

children of light

trapped within the darkness,

temporary,

transient and conciliatory,

blinded to the truth,

hidden before our eyes,

deceiving and being deceived,

wounding and being wounded,

hurting and being hurt,

feeding off the leftovers,

running for the scraps,

hiding within the cracks;

this great illusion

we choose to believe.

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