New Year?

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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