IMPASSE (Rewrite)

Who were you

when all their affections' malingering 

mirrored only actor's guild

guide of the sly guise 

while you were as open as the skies

which you scry for them

in joyous paints of hopeful hues

intermingling laughter

assumed them to be true...

who were you

when their packs of wolves 

with sheepish fondnesses

belied fangs of cold intentions

while you were as open as the skies

out numbered and made pre-occupied

a carcass now kept unmentioned

a stolen name 

a life without action...

who were you

then

is who i am now...

the patina on a crown

still as true as the gold beneath

a stronger heart

from the break now beats

but will no one come walk with me?

(none who lie and stole my name)

better yet to learn from grace

kept true

and kept face

but how slowly on my heart

this impasse attends

how like a fish that craves to breathe again

of such cold seas

to not depend...

who were they to play pretend?

and this is were my concern 

now ends...

vacant as an unanswered question/

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

We do reach those impasse situations in life where we try to make sense of it all. We tend to ask hard questions hoping to get some insights or unlock secrets. You can pretend or show real concerns. Excellent. ....:).....

[Ed Hart]

yes, the heart is the one thing that can be mended stronger, and with greater stature...can be...wonderful control of words and images

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for your kind review and stopping by to read... appreciate it, the few who do so...