Never Enough

we all need a little calamity

now and then,

something to make it sweet,

a bit of drama upon which to hold,

an excuse for everything we are not,

nor never shall be;

all that can be said

about everything there

is to say;

this thought,

together with these words,

mean nothing,

in a world full of nothing,

dead corpses strewn about

shallow roadside graves,

wandering alone

through dark and dead dreams,

mindless zombies lying

broken and afraid,

breathing foul, empty air;

no future,

no joy,

no hope;

there are daughters in need

of a father,

wives in search of a husband,

sisters seeking long lost brothers,

grandchildren asking for a grandfather;

there are answers with no questions,

mysteries without a clue;

you are better off

never knowing who I am,

never knowing what I was,

never knowing where I am going,

you are better off not knowing;

still, I hold on,

still I silently wait here on the edge,

buried within the dead,

standing on the verge of

mighty, giant breakthroughs,

hiding behind the drama,

only a blink of an eye away;

will not the dawn

bring a better tomorrow?

once again You open my eyes,

once again I see the suffering,

the hypocrisy,

the poverty,

the hopelessness,

once again I feel the sadness,

the mercy,

the compassion,

and once again

I rise;

these are not words,

this is not art,

this is not life,

this is not death;

this is all there is;

it is hard to run,

when you can never be sure

what you are running from,

hard to hide when there

is nothing worth hiding from,

every time you win,

you lose,

whenever you think

it is enough,

it rarely ever is,

hidden away,

inside dark, unknown caverns,

answers  are left standing,

monsters with minds

of their own;

it is hard to run from dreams,

they know who you are,

they see where you have been,

they know just where you will be;

never ending,

never alone,

never enough.

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