DespondencyÂ’s Knight
No good moon
Ever shines over my heart,
For the pitted nature of life
Hath trapped me in its depth.
Since I descended
Into the hellish fire of
Despair.
Once I stared at you,
Calming and ever present.
Now your unwitting malevolence
Threatens to bowl me over.
This undertaken journey to
Walk your dusty ground.
Lore of times
Through
Mined hallways of the soul.
Crippled acuity
And molted action
Forming a weave
Of inspiration.
Barbs vocal and visual,
Fly inside and around
The firers slam and belittle
Forgive them for they know not,
The Value that I cherish,
Much more than the
Torn blanket of insecurity
Which you cling to.
The littered pathways
Of your life,
I yearn to sweep them clean.
Yet I am encumbered
By the silly vortex which
Repulses me,
A fierce face,
Masking the self
Of my once and future rose.
The stentorian hymn of
Great intentions
May go unheard for ages
Still I abide in my gossamer
That it will govern
Your salient features
Not one scar.