...Warm glowing in the distance, soft is the pull.
(S)he tries, (s)he cries.
Mist graying every expression,
Tapering every direction,
Feeling its call.
In quarters close: insulation; safe, soft,
No weakness,
No chances showing through the veil of haze: is hidden, inner maze, forbidden.
Without a counsel, nobody, no-one;
Inside it feels like snow.
It never ends.
No pretending: alone.
Nothing here to show, hollow like a shell,
Deserted, vacant, desolate.
Let it speak: whisper of the wind!
Where is the wisdom of the wind?
What is the message of the rose?
Alone
A life too hard to grow too late to learn too soon to love too sad to try too much to fall too deep to hope too cruel to fear too long...
Probing fragile passages,
Scorching broken promises;
...to be a part a dream a dare a joke a game a plot against who knows must be who cares the one no way to be to live confused to grow afraid...
Specter of shame,
Shaming rules;
Hectoring blame, blaming goals.
...to learn to fear to love the day to try to see to fail to see to hope to end to fear to be to find a hint to see a hope to be apart to touch a dream to feel awake...
No reprieve;
Forbidden dreams.
...to hold a chance to squeeze a hand.
Where did the life go go back inside the shroud that deepens enclose the voice what is the trigger what is the reason who is accuser who is the victim...
Lost like a coin in a fountain.
Trapped like a note in a bottle.
...who has the trigger who starts the movement distort perception create affliction of doubt unworthy of dust unwelcome impure unwholesome unclean...
Cold, scornful visages;
A grain of sand;
Sand fills every opened door.
Deep, dark comes the pondering.
Bleak, stark is the wandering.
...too bad a cut too late a slap too young a kick too short a punch too fat a sneer too big a laugh too tall a stab too thin a pain.
To find the message see the meaning be the wisdom know the reason touch the answer feel the trigger hold the danger squeeze the trigger.
No returning;
There is no wisdom in the wind,
There is no message of the rose;
The rose just is.
The shock a storm the pain a blast the rage a roar the shame a burst...
Unresponded signals shame.
Storm foreshadowed.
...the grief a lash the guilt a crime the cause a wall the blame a torn soul.
Blisters of the chances missed.
Unspoken imprecations, implied incrimination.
Doubting, bitter, self incriminate.
Accuse, whispers implicate.
Asking whispers, whose fault, implicate;
Implications sting.
The voice accuses you.
Ashamed, despair.
Rejection bitter resenting blaming rages betrayal disgraceful...
Talons of rage;
Raging anger and blinding suspicions of failure;
Suspicions blind
...blinding the failure blacken the doubting suspicions total failure rejection adrift...
Shattered assumptions of mercy:
There is no mercy.
...abandoned no soothing no blessing asking pleading...
There is no blessing coming.
Return the sacrificial lamb.
There is no comfort; there is no reason.
There is no reason left to trust.
...to be a part a dream a dare a joke a game a plot against distress no good dismay no point disgrace no use despair no sense devoid no reason no virtue no comfort no plan.
There is no comfort in a plan.
There is no virtue in the pain.
There is no wisdom in the wind.
There is no message of the rose;
The rose just is,
And the Sun is warm.
