POETRY

OUR POETRY

A FLOWER BECAME A WEED

 

SEARCHING

Confusion and pain,

Tears falling like torrential rains.

Restlessly searching--

      I look within, only to find

      Brokenness and sorrow,

      Emptiness and darkness.

Endlessly searching--

     I encounter less than nothing.

     No spirit or soul, nor will to live.

     An aching void, swelling inside a wretched heart.

Aimlessly searching--

     Lost within a self-made vacuum

     Slowly dying as life continues on,

     Out of my reach because of paralyzing fear.

Longingly searching--

     For a past love that was never real,

     To calm my fears and ease my sorrow.

     Distressingly aware of the uselessness of my quest.

Desperately searching--

     For her,

     The one who brought me into this world,

     But never gave me life.

Confusion and pain--

Mother, please let me be born again.


Randolph
2/27/1994

ENTOMBED

Crouching down, hiding in the shadow of a deep ravine,

the ground beneath me is shifting and unstable.

In this desolate darkness, I am haunted by your eyes,

glaring and empty, eyes not befitting a mother's face.

The harsh coldness of your touch, its unspeakable pain,

causes a violent avalanche of memories.

Defenseless and paralyzed by fear,

suffocating as the falling earth entombs me,

I am abandoned in the rubble by you, my only hope.

Desperately alone, I await your return,

crying in vain for you to find me

inside this stone grave of your creation.

I ache for your love, so long forlorn,

to finally deliver me from this slow, painful death

of living a life entombed.

Randolph

7/1/1995