I’ve seen dark eyes
Of imminent oblivion,
I’ve felt the warm breath
Of the hounds of death
Breathing against my neck.
And it has been
A long season of recriminations
Since the days of youth
When a woman’s face
Shone like the sun.
But conflagrations of desire
No longer take me higher,
They just incinerate
My ardent dreams,
Strangle me in ropes
Of despondency.
My wounded mind
Hallucinates possibilities,
Then slides into
A darkening drift
Of pessimism,
An avalanche of fear.
All thoughts explode,
Fulminations of failure,
Tirades of defeat,
A heartbreaking wail
For a life incomplete.
In desperate times,
I know I need
A near-death experience
To receive an epiphany,
A glimpse into eternity.
If there are
Flowery fields
Of love and hope,
I need to find
Those precious blooms
Before I close my eyes
To a final sunset.
it's strange how despair create utmost beauty at for those who read about despair in a wonderful poem such as this and if the bloom of pure happiness never comes then it never comes
Hang in there Uriah, around every corner, there could be a special person, just right for you. Good hunting. Love Ernestine XXX
Oh man, you sure write it well. A slice of the life, the hope and the game.
I hope you find those fields Uriah............you will if you keep looking! (but remember you can't find it if you call off the search.) I just love your poems so much. Another wonderful poem showing one man's desperate search for happiness. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Uriah, This is a poem worthy of the name. regards, Sandra