How auspicious this apparent florescence
must have seemed at first:
an irresistible panoply of all you were ativistically designed to seek.
But it was an unintentional deception
– the stars reflected in the water.
In your desperate search through each and every hue,
your strength was bartered for regret.
Exhaustion weighed down your wings
as you crawled, still driven by duty,
toward this insufficient facsimile.
Now the sun sets.
Now the sun sets upon your fatal mistake,
filters through the opaque glass
and casts upon your lifeless body
a death shroud of many colors.
Tag: melancholy
Humanity (The Man in the Alleyway)
Is it lost in the miasma of your resignation?
Where is your humanity?
Was it discarded with the last of your inhibitions?
Where is your humanity?
Does it flail somewhere between my compassion
and my need for your accountability?
What a travesty the former is beholden to the latter,
for there is no sincerity in mercy
that is bound by terms and conditions.
Oh, it is an arrogance born not of ignorance, but of understanding.
For the demon that twitches in your neck
and burns in your febrile and sleepless eyes
once twisted and burned in mine.
But I banished that which I had summoned
and arrogated a tenuous claim to sanity.
Blinded now by a myopic gaze into the synthetic light of this modern reality,
I cannot see, God help me, I cannot see,
oh stranger, oh fellow creature,
I cannot see your humanity.
Oblivion
I would that pleasure descended into pain
and then rose back into pleasure once again
in a perpetual oscillation.
In both I understand my emotions.
For emptiness lurks in equilibrium
and sets hair triggers on the snares of boredom.
I spring the trap to glimpse satisfaction
and am strung just above oblivion.
Poetry by Adam Nevarez 