Seconds Of Life Poem by R B Seals

For many: the faceless, the silent,
The often invisible in society; souls
Cast to wind, carried by lonely existence;
Embittered, brought low by triadic foes—
Hardship, Betrayal, Sorrow—evil alliance
In lock step to beset, to override goals.

Rare measure of comfort, the many
Fleeting memories in desperate dance—
Still prized viable, meaningful, worthy;
The beauty of sweet remembrance.
Along the way, survival has turned
From bright to depressed existence.
Now distant, the dignity once sought
Through trust and respect long forgot.

Faith and hope are locked in dreams;
Keys out of reach—far away, it seems;
Becoming marginalized, resigned to
Bygone era, contained by ever insistent
Realities—crushing, untenable, present.

Unable to respond, Love retreats
Failing to stroke, to soothe, to raise
Downed spirits.Skies, once replete
In blue, serve only to fill each gaze
In searing shades of gray that mark
The cruel weight of saddened days
That bring down the anguished Lark—

Lives brought down by heartless employ
Of lessor god's spiteful, inglorious bane.
And the Puppet Master—aloof, distant,
Ignoble, self-serving—has his way again.