With only one wing
To the farthest of dreams
A crestfallen longing to appease
I travelled
Probably for the last time
The delicious balm of nectar
An intense emotion to soothe
Haplessly out of reach
The edifice of delusion
Efforts of a thousand light years
Hidden remembrance contained
Echoed in the emptiness of its silence
At an abode of illusion, they stood
In the breaking waves of reminiscences, submerged
So tumultuous
Witnessing primitive conceit
In every single word, every action
Trust at face value
Each moment, a revolt
But suppressed
Stronger the innate flaw of the heart
Given as a divine gift
A weakness that reduced dignity
To humiliating nothingness
Hankering after false sparks of affection
A wonderful mendacity educed
Where apparent artifice dwell
Already initiated, the undertaking, obdurate
Nothing more perfect a soulmate
Failure, leading to insanity
For the imagination impossible
Hope shapes by destiny, in faith
For whom is the infinite waiting?
7 March 2015
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A powerful train of thoughts, well articulated and penned in heightened poetic diction to capture the poet's conviction. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.