© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
How do I fill these hours, these days,
when no one’s here to listen and respond?
To whom do I address my questions,
hopes and fears?
My thoughts bounce in my brain
like balls off the walls of an empty squash court,
hollow splats reverberating against
the hardness of an uncaring world,
echoing endlessly with no audience
to groan or applaud.
It’s difficult to judge
when I’m in error in my thinking;
the heart may wish for that which is
those wishes coloring the clarity of reason.
I know I must remove the blinders of emotion
but my hands are stilled as I attempt
to rip them off.
I don’t imagine I will formulate
a rational approach.
It is, I suppose,
the eternal dilemma we all endure:
the tug of hot desire colliding with
the cold and rigid framework of what is.
© 2013 RC deWinter
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