Some Sort Of Meaning

[J Hillenburg]

Some Sort Of Meaning


I searched for some sort of meaning in the world
that would explain all things as they really are.
I was a part of many worlds through which I hurled
completely mad, my future dictated by the stars.
I have endured that great and prolonged trial
that seemed certain to sentence me for my crimes.
I have walked wearily across the countless miles
with little to offer but these vain, morbid rhymes.

I have not explained myself or made myself clear,
my position in this torrid mosaic of vivid visions.
I stride through these years impervious to fears
that once compromised every thought or decision
I now remake myself in a guise unfamiliar but right,
and you will know its face, the truth in its eyes.
I can see obstacles to come which will test my might,
and my desire to rid myself of qualities I despise.

I must exalt the poetry of my memory that allows
my facility with words, my prayer from the heart.
I am free of old acquaintances and foolish vows
taken in the name of a scattered, delinquent art.
I searched for some sort of meaning in my days
providing justification for the pain I had dealt.
I passed through a land shrouded in a liquid haze
forever torn between what I thought and I felt.

[margaret]

Another excellent poem, J. Thank you.

[lizzytysh]

These are very powerful and true lines, J:

I searched for some sort of meaning in my days
providing justification for the pain I had dealt.
I passed through a land shrouded in a liquid haze
forever torn between what I thought and I felt.

[George.Wright]

Good poetry and vision with some powerful lines.
Georges.