Failure's Fortress
I failed to achieve almost all my deepest desires.
And now it is too late.
I am surrounded by a wall of closing fires,
In the tightening noose of fate.
Where then do I turn?
I call to God, but so far no reply.
I guess He's going to wait to see me when I die:
Unless, of course, I have to burn;
Or if my dust and ashes find
That death shall break my bright and living mind,
With only oblivion of deep dreamless sleep.
Hearing silence from the sky,
And being so unwillingly about to die,
Where do I turn? To what, to whom?
I turn to roses in bloom.
I touch and smell every flower.
I dream with my Enchanted Loom;
And, with my mind's intelligence,
I seize and shape impermanence,
Beyond dreamlike durability;
And gild with fantasy
My ruined reality;
And bring new things to be,
With godlike creativity's power.
I embrace my fate,
With the power to create.
--PoetWithCancer
N.M.Q. the Second
Written on Tuesday, July 7, 2009
3:15 AM 84 degrees F. Winds 7 mph
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