(A lone voice whispers)
I once dreamed I gave you a ray of soul-soothing sunshine
To help burn away all those tendrils of darkness and bitter shadows
Which haunted and followed your beautiful soul around
I once dreamed of walking on the soft yellow beaches
Barefoot under the blazing sun
Hand in hand as the blue carpet of the Pacific before us
Rolled and undulated in adulation as we looked on speechless
I once dreamed of consecrating this risk
My final chance at channelling happiness but now I'm sat alone
Doomed to just channelling sadness like Sylvia Plath
Tasked to thinking
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
Do all these tragic gifts come to all in time
Those sad souls like me who watch the rainfall with no one to run through it
Those who have the roaring log fire but no one to share it
Can the loneliest seconds in anyone's mortal existence
Be when they are staring at their whole world falling into tiny silver pieces with no resistance
And all they can do is gaze in unwanted acceptance
When they realize this is the new normal
A life replenished with no blessings but instead chasing a Bluebird called Repentance
Stuck in a bell jar of madness
Gripped by strands of insanity
Trapped inside an airless urn that distorts one's perspective on the world
And prevents a connection with real people that could help
Comme moi, une des masses silencieuses.
Qui se cache volontairement dans les longues ombres envahissantes.
Qui une fois brûlé par aime la flamme violette, choisit maintenant de rester déconnecté
(Like me, one the silent masses.
That wilfully hide in the encroaching long shadows.
Who once burnt by loves purple flame, now choose to stay disconnected)
Copyright John Duffy
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