Infinite Darkness of the Soul

The ever expanding works of Elizabeth Anne Easter. Poetry and musings of the stark reality of life.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Poem - Eutopia

Fragmented memories of a time forgotten
Cloud the present and lay a foundation of doubt.
Skeletal fingers reach through the window of the mind,
Stealing the joy that lies there in repose.
The smile of a child, the touch of your lover, all fond things
Are unsafe when time creeps into your body.
Age removes your life from you, bit by bit, memory by memory,
And tenderness is replaced by confusion.
Struggling helps only for a short time, while all weapons
Available to you are lost to disrepair, dysfunction and years.
Search for that which is hidden from the mind,
Open locked doors – another door appears.
While you rush, age writhes and reaches for the most
Precious of this life's gifts.
Life and Love are given at birth, but so quickly then are taken away.
Mother's love lost, the child's love lost, and the lover is lost too.
So much at stake, but soon too, all bad memories will be taken.
Then days remaining will be in ignorant bliss, while others look
Into you wondering why you do not remember.
Soon they will know why, and a simpler life will take them
To your place, where memory can no longer stab and torment.

Originally written in December 2005

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like this. Great poem, sad but true. It really gets the emotions going.

8:09 AM  

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