Exalted
Deities
We
were mightily proficient
At
placing, yes exalting
Deities
so false, to thrones
In
the courtyards of our lives
Paying
their exorbitant taxes
With
our very bones,
Until
they rusted
Motionless
and defrocked...!
Relics
and ruins
Lay
in abundant clusters
Along
the timeline
Of
our scattered distractions
I
gave them everything I could
But
not a sound was heard
From
there creaking
Motionless
joints
I
stroll around to view
Seeing
only emptiness
Evidence
of eternal silence
My
ears and heart pierced
I
gave every breath
To
something
That
never had life
My
energies waning
My
youth all but gone
Now
I gather in prospective
Which
cost me dearly
But
now......
My
tomorrow's journey
Awaits
me
I'm
traveling different now
Packed
with newfound wisdom.
James Bouthiller
Tags:
Poetry