An Unanswered Mystery
It is the nothingness, that I have desired to explore,
In a suicidal world of thoughts, and addictive actions,
Where the contradictions are song voices, seeking prophesy,
Wrapping the noetic mind of innocent beliefs, with iron clad bombs
Hidden behind the face values, of higher prices to pay,
Excluded by the reflections, inside the three-way mirrors,
Where the songstress of time forced the wind to whisper,
And the fertile flowers to release once more its renewals,
These secret balms that even the scavengers in the sky can see,
Glistering among us, as jewels, are the coercive thieves of rash decisions
Afraid of their own fear, inside the death knells chiming,
Echo …echo …echo, as stillness reaps silent its rewards,
And the nothingness still remains as an unanswered mystery,
In this world of suicidal thoughts, projecting its own reflection,
Hidden behind all those face values of the higher price to pay…
Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
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Thank you so much, my sweet Victoria, for saving my day for me. And when I get re-energized, I'll be back. As usual.
With love and mixed fantasies,
Richard
Ron
Love those three words. Loved the complete poem, Victoria, because of its searching and hopefulness for a life which somehow seems to be lacking. I relate so very much, you just don't know. Then again, maybe you do . . .
dan