Strange poem

This life’s dim windows of the soul

distorts the heavens from pole to pole,

and leads you to believe a lie

when you see with, not through, the eye.”-

William Blake

 

Along a meandering passage

After nights of doom

I found you when the door opened

To another room

Everything was strange

But eerily familiar

And there was the feeling we had both found

Someone so similar

There in the darkest time

Between two manic heartbeats

As absent love

Led us forwards

We thought to trust in something

Hope led us to believe may be real

But was, really

Only illusion

So now when consciousness floods this space

Revealing darkened corners

Where once lived pain

Desperation is revealed for what it is

Born of hunger longing and emptiness

From deeper wounds

And after our soul’s finally awaken

We realise

The scars we carried deep inside

Were far too old

For either of us to blame

Each other for the cuts

And so we let each other go

Finally acknowledging the cost

Of holding on

Was far too high

A price to pay