now and then

now and then

A Poem by RuseInex

though boredom haunts me
like a dark cloak
though my senses lead me
to doubt,
to weakness
and my heart is troubled,
with waves of despair

as my body withers
to growing weakness
with failing strength of stamina,
unlike days before

though my thoughts lead me
to perceiving vanity and emptiness,
on levels not felt before

. . . knowledge,
with its ever expanding sense of curiosity
no longer has its hold on me,
as i wonder why
i simply acquiesce
in the knowledge i may never know
why,

like a clock that's lost its wind
an hourglass that's not upturned
the wind that's spent
the youth that went
away

forever it feels
is not a part of me
is how it feels . . .

a bird
a moth
that have lost their fluff
a leaf that's dried
a broken branch

the spin of the earth
sunrise
and down

moon up
and fades
the ever swirling tides
against the corals hard
with no one there to see
no footprint on the sand

true,
all is vanity and nothing is new
under the sun,

. . . the sense of wonder for things new,
no longer holds a hold on me,
things under microscopes
even those 'neath electron scanners
lose their grip

even though the awe was there before
for neutron stars
an' black holes
and nebulae
once held me astonished
in reverence for immensity
for creation

now,
i simply acquiesce
to the one who made it all
for everything i touch,
in all things i see
and ponder,

i simply acquiesce to the one
who made every thing i perceive
seen and unseen
i cannot keep their track
though i strived to try before

i acquiesce that i cannot,
nor do i wish to try

now my strength must be,
for sake of others who need strength
to carry on
to live for coming ones
who deserve to live for prosperity
and peace
and love


© 2019 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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