"Humanity's inhumanity -
absorbed in self, and yet in fear. ..."
Shook awake from a dream I cannot track,
senses plundered by the violence of dawn's crack.
Wondering about reality's illusion -
the degradation I have seen.
Cacophony of excess in surround-sound,
a filth and grime that collects yet is unbound.
I question whether it is worth the pain -
then her voice breaks soft and clean...
"There is still much more for you -
so many things you need to do,
the day will come when you can rest -
it's not arrived just yet."
Mind is racing in the pitch of a fever,
always curious yet still a non-believer.
Humanity's inhumanity -
absorbed in self, and yet in fear.
So much ugliness there is no escaping,
gussied up yet without a reshaping.
I yearn to slip into a forever sleep -
then her voice cuts loud and clear...
"Tranquility's not yours to claim -
so much more awaits your name,
once you're done and your tasks complete -
you will have your peace."
Copyright © 2010 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written July 2010
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.