Futile Struggles

Written some time during Summer 2011

Sometimes tears drain dry
And shed down into a sea
Of sadness where the heart      
Sinks, endlessly

Sometimes we laugh or smile
A false mask that hides our fears
A curtain that blocks the puppet-
Master, controlling ourselves

And sometimes you might feel
Stabbed, and for a moment
Comprehend pain Mary might
Have felt at her child’s death

Your stomach burns with acid
Not much more than does your
Brain, for life’s a short journey
Full of holes and snares

But you fall and climb back up
Your fingers sore grasping
For thorns and jagged rocks
For the peak is always in sight
But never in reach

And then it dawns upon the lonely
Soul that the sun sets
To be reborn. Darkness only
Exists because of the light. And so

He lets loose, down into the void

And he falls and falls and forever falls
But it doesn’t matter
His eyes are still fixed at
The lighthouse on top 

That only now shines bright
At his pale face