Masterful Menagerie

Masterful Menagerie

A Poem by Mike Goodwin

All over the place, needs work.

Some people call your name in the morning,
Others can be nocturnal, 
Making a candle absolutely vital.

The candle's fire burns, exuding the heart's necessity,
Light that is desired and present.
Slaying darkness, cutting through the shrouds.

But in many cases, what people desire is water, 
Water that unexpectedly doses the flame.
Man's fire extinguished, his energy drained.

But time is indifferent to wet and dry, 
And he must carry on, 
His wick wet (lol) with the fluid that he thought he once desired.

Here a man becomes alone in his struggle, 
Eyes wide in the face of time.
Others ignorant to his world, while immersed in theirs.

The ones he thought would burn mutually conjoined in accordance with his will,
Now opposed him.
Each of their scents too powerful; creating an aromatic rumble.

In all of this, a man stands alone, 
Whether brought upon himself, or by his despair, imposed.
Or if he is blinded by defiance, or ignorance,
The latter combated, justifying the former.

Thus, people are brought into action,
Goaded by unceasing time.
And each man lives and reacts differently.

Creating this masterful menagerie.

© 2012 Mike Goodwin

Author's Note

Mike Goodwin
All over the place, needs work.

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Added on August 15, 2012
Last Updated on August 15, 2012
Tags: Meaningful, Menagerie, Candle, Man, Life, Experience