Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Begin At The End (To Fight or Not to Fight)

Begin At The End

Do I fight it
Do I delight in it or do I despise it
Is there a purpose here
Why do I fear and why is the way ahead not clear 

The answer itself is the question
The fear is the beckoning direction
The creation is in the bloody dissection

I feel the need to run
I feel the need to know I'm done
I feel I'm many but can't grasp one

To fight is my right 
Though I'm told that sleep is for the night
The fine recline while I refine my mind

Wet as an invisible tear
As loud as sounds I cannot hear
So far apart when we get near
Each moments' hopes I commandeer

But do I want it
How mean it's taunt is
Extreme is me, though I was not born it 

In the hornets nest again
Trying to discard what is pretend
I may one day know why I fight
But I will never know when I've reached the end 

For every end has been where I began again


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    1. Thanks Megs! I'm really looking fwd to seeing your new paintings first hand. I love the style of them. :)

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