Frustration

Posted by davidluiz in Old files, Poems

In your throat
A heavy chest, windy sighs
Despair at living
Plodding on with muddied feet towards prairies we haven’t seen
Striving to dance to echoes of tunes we haven’t heard
Have you ever feared to be alone
And then groaned when company came?
Have you ached to noisy innards
But hated the silence thereafter
Pored through a theology book and came off
With neither questions nor answers but
This stranger, this intruding confusion
Frustrating the whole, mocking the fragments
Resisting nothingness
How can I entertain this guest?
Shall I treat him as fear and summon the princes of courage?
Or melancholy
And call upon those bandy jesters
Or shall I merely voice his message
Whispers words are too beggarly to hold
And cry for us all
Where is God? What good is eternity? What use is happiness?
Questions and answers? Of what worth is meaning?
And whoever shall chase away this stranger shall receive of me
No thanks.