he is not alone

[Bill]

 

he is not alone

 

i looked at the young man

sitting in the corner

the young woman

leaning on the walls of her life

they were trying to live

they wanted to live

for they were still here

they just needed something to support them

they were filled with and uncertain despair

a calling for air

for their soul

 

many times i too felt like this

which is why i can write and you can identify

with this absence of bliss

we were taught to believe

and conceive

only stories about the happily ever after

a life filled with laughter

in spite of reality

or should i say this surreal for real dream

it seems that at times

when we visit these places

all the rhymes upon the faces

are awry

and the eyes to our souls

are clouded

shrouded

and deliberately seeking

a deeper darkness

where perhaps we can find solace

 

as we untether our self from our affiliations

as we hunger for reconciliation

with Self

we are forced to sift

through the war torn rubble

of our past beliefs

and our grief

and our joys

 

seeking meaning

as to why the wings we once adorned

are now self scorned

and the over preening

of the feathers

and we fly no more

so we go within

seeking some magical door

that will deliver us to the other side

the light they say

a new night within the day

still we are devoid

of understanding

in spite of the demanding

that our path be revealed unto us

 

yes we have trusted

in things not of our own selecting

nor making

and the thieves were taking

away our hope

feeding us the dope of false tomorrows

and finally the sorrow

of this horror catches up

and our cups are filled

with a bitter liquid of disdain

and we feign happiness

 

we do know that there must be a better way

but who do you listen to

another guru

who has perhaps mitigated his way

through his wilderness

but can i lay claim to the songs

that belongs

to others

though we may be sisters

and brothers

 

the young man looks up from his place

and he sees in the face

of the young woman leaning on the wall

that she too has fall-in herself

and a new thought has dawned

and a new countenance has spawned

 

he is not alone

 

 

(c) 15 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.