Unsatisfied, you spend days

Searching for something more

Craving all the answers,

You yearn for something better,

An antidote to your banes,

And for life to be flawless.


But whilst you do, the present

Slips away forgotten, and lays

In tattered shards, as ghosts

Of a forbidden future

Haunt your dreams,

Stalk your waking memory.


Foolish heart, caught by its passion,

Whilst the mind is a whirlwind

Of neglected truths lurking inside

An unmapped maze, eternal and

Fierce, death to any who tempt

Fate without a guide.


Fool, when will you learn?

To control the outbursts, calm

The spirit and nurture what’s had,

Before it is gone and

The heart clenches with

Sorrow for what is lost.


Stop dreaming of life on the other side,

Holding to a vision blurred

By a haze of thoughts, which

Elude all that is rational and sane

As they dwell in the mists of

Roused trouble.


Stop, before you miss the call

Of the angel who was always there

But is now here to say goodbye,

For even the strongest

Can only share so much strength,

Before they too will crumble.


Fool, change your ways

Before it’s too late

And you are to be left

Mourning, for the life you once had;

A life that was in truth perfect,

Despite its many tender flaws.


Image: Dali, Persistence of Memory

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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