Bid Farewell To An Unfaithful Soul

A moment is
When you realize
Life may be beautiful
Just Before your eyes

He wakes up
Early morning
In his mental clock
And gets up slowly
To feel

The noon shining sun
Strikes the pain
Hidden
Confines in comfiness
Maybe not yet important

There could be many options
Or none at all
What matters now?
Clear thoughts

A reality, a dream, many agonies
Existing without comprehension
You and others and everyone else
Stereotypes of prejudice

The lights of a bright day
Dimming imperceptibly
His soul wanders
Through unexplored quietness

Trusting, Forgiving
Words of forgetfulness
Psychological Debouche
Unconscious overflow

He then stares
Tries to read by himself
Between the lines
In reflexes

But submerged
In his own thoughts
He touches his hands,
Distractions


Running away mentally
Over-explored wilderness
Should be taken,
Held,
Finally Released

And if it was simple,
Nothing would have made sense

He pours coffee down
A broken mug
A day off
Inhaling

Trying to describe
By reason
Not heart
Impossibility

And as he watches
The swing of humid tress
The fly of crows
He knows

It may be the end of a day
But the beginning
Of a long night

He Bids Farewell
And it is not gone

If it was simple….