Finally, The Darkness WelcomesA Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Finally, the darkness welcomes the soul.
A second in time becomes an ear of dissent.
A breath taken becomes laboured and intense.
Finally, the landlord collects the rent.
We arrived at what we were to become
without indications of any other tomorrow
Shouting screams of regrets bitter buried
in the underground echoes of sorrow
For each day became a year, and more
For each year became a destination
Stop signs littered the path of enlightenment
until all we had left was our frustration
We meandered here, and there, and back
creating spaces we could claim as reality
And all the while the drums would beat
the tortured embraces of bitter finality
Would one ever evolve into a majority
or would the shattered symbols still survive?
Could this be the place we rushed to
in our stupid attempts to finally arrive?
I stop, take a glance, see only nothing
It is the trip that was the destination
I know now the shape of torn embraces
which caressed, but did not function.
Goodbye old shadows of past lights
which glittered always for another day
I am here, here where I have been going
aware, but still seeking another way
© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on June 27, 2011
Last Updated on June 27, 2011
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
AboutOver 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..
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