I discovered men through invention
The prince, the traveler, the taciturn.
There was never a cause to meet them
For as long as they remained intangible
There was no possibility of expulsion.
A dream has resources
That a heart must never employ.
A dream can be altered without
Permission or put-down.
A dream requires only one author
Suggests a tyrant, a naked gallop
Through algal fields.
It doesn’t need to be furnished
It can survive on leanings
On the ooze of an ailing mind
Through the brine and the pitch
Of an ubiquitous heart.
The first time I asked for love
I was summarily denied,
Heredity does not ensure allegiance.
The second time I asked for love
I was made aware of my condition
Tolerance was my only pittance.
I had learned the cost of hope
But was unwilling to part with it.
The third time I asked for love,
I witnessed a coruscation,
A fevered neural collapse,
A miracle steeped in heathen blood,
A man who surpasses fiction.
I will never again pose questions
That demand verification of worth
If not as seen, then what promise
Can one legitimately offer?
I have been suffering an emotional block for several days now (a byproduct of therapy and Depression which has been intense lately the Depression) I have managed to write but this poem gave me a very hard time. Despite being unsatisfied I can’t seem to drop these piece and let it rest. It has blocked me from writing other poems, it is like having a song stuck in your head. Oh it is driving me bloody crazy.