Did you blindly in the old silence of the mind
Subsist with violence
Like a once playful spirit who had been shattered into a million pieces
Wandering lost but just always looking for guidance until you first met poetry and its lyrics in music
In the throes of a new beginning to encourage you to strive to come alive and bloom to truly exist
Did someone or something cruel make you say goodbye to all those once holy days when you were possibly in love or untainted by all those sad portraits
Society loves to see painted in so many devious ways
Ideals
Principles and people you deliciously cherished and worshipped as you wandered throughout that old life sheltered in unconditional bliss
But when those spectacular times came to an abrupt end and you found the courage to depression resist
When you looked for something truly meaningful to infuse your heart and soul into like Saint John the Baptist
Did you find a serene taste of tranquillity in the written and spoken word to help heal and give you back a sense of being in control
Did the years of being a disciple help you find the freedom that continuously encouraged you to read listen or practise
To discover a deeper understanding of self prosperity
That for you was invariably your implicit goal and a means to pay some of your soul's taxes
But do you now live on a knife-edge with the Sword of Damocles hanging over you
As you relate to new and old tales overflowing with happiness or pronunciations centred and surrounding like an invading army
A lonely word called Sadness
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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