Delusional

Dark is dark and

light is light

and I sit somewhere in between

trying to figure it all out,

folded in the graying mist

of sought answers

I can not seem to find

 

Trapped in this fog

of delusional thinking,

believing that good

still exists somewhere

on that thin line

separating the

living from the wasted

 

Only to find that

forgiveness is antiquated,

caring has rusted away

and love clings to

the final poetic phrases

of evaporating ink feeding

these dreams

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Only to find that
forgiveness is antiquated,
caring has rusted away
and love clings to
the final poetic phrases
of evaporating ink feeding
these dreams

Metaphoric expertise at its finest.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Pryde for those nice words today. Happy you enjoyed this one.

[Matching Socks]

Are you smack dab in the middle? Or are you leaning in any particular direction?
I liked it. :)

[willweb]

Somewhere in there. Thank you so much Ance.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the last stanza...i also feel that the answers will be found in that graying mist...because everything is somewhere in between...
no matter how much ink we use, we do not find things to be just black or white anymore.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Jacob for your nice comments today.