"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, June 12, 2014

DERISION

Tears come when they decide you’ve tried enough
To make a way ahead despite the cost
And all around tell you that it’s too tough
Or more to the point you’ve just played and lost.
As if you could sow a field of delight
And harvest spaces to let others think;
Mere you, who comes from places bleak with blight
Where hearts are dead and spirits are extinct.
Yet there is hope always even in tears
That break across your wrinkled face in streams
And wash anxiety out of your fears
Sprinkling the greenest shoots amongst your dreams.
Derision never ever survived time.
How many did it kill before their climb?

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