None of us will ever accomplish anything or commanding, except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone – Ralph Waldo Emerson
[ This is for the hopeless who recognize and accept their lot ]
How do you feel in the silence of the night?
Betraying your own promises,
breaking your personal pledges…
When you know you haven’t done your best
and given your all?
When unrealized potential is lost and has slipped away
When you don’t want to open your eyes
and stare into the mirror
Blinded by too much of very little – and not enough of reality.
At the end of a day, there’re no regrets, because there’s an acceptance that
there’s no more to discuss.
There’s a creeping dread found in quiet times – no epiphanies
sitting in the dark and not daring to turn on the lights.
How unsettling – finding comfort in holding your head in your hands and
repeating the first thing that comes into your mind
and ruminating the unsatisfactory answers with blank stares.
There is only a cold comfort keeping company with an empty casing
where you have come to understand your soul should be –
wanting for more where there is none.
And there is no comfort at all uncovering simple truths –
knowing they are for simple minds.
Tomorrow will dawn, yet, another day that doesn’t count for anything
Just falling into a timelessness – lost yesterdays and unplanned tomorrows
and you lay, uneasy, in bed – counting all misfortunes,
lost opportunities, the times you wish you could have back…
– Chris George
2005
