Reasons Poem by John Earing

Thunderous echos pounding my cause.
Standing with hands raised and voices adorned.
Beckoning my intrusion into the blind chasm.
I have returned.

Whispering sweet denials of hidden lust.
Red faces, blushing, hating the knowledge of being known.
Illuminating the fog infested path to the past.
I have remembered.

Lost in the midst of countless rumors betraying truth.
Running and grasping for the freedom of shackleless limbs.
All the wasted eternities are shortened and ridiculed.
I have departed.