Survival

Who really knows
The happiness of others
One can only hope
 
Searching across space
“Hope springs eternal”
Time running out
 
Flailing souls, dying souls
Souls without a companion
Crying to be heard
 
Within myself, their reflection
Who is this I speak of?
Is it everyone? Or only me
 
On the mirror of my mind
I feel as they do
Gropes for love sublime
 
I hear you brother
As I reflect upon myself
The ears gave my heart your pain
 
Almost exactly as you
And gasp to wonder
Does everyone feel the same?
 
Could it be?
 
“Doesn’t get any better than this”
Living honestly, they say
Yet, are they dying by “survival”
 
Crying in the wilderness
No caring soul to hear
Must keep these to ourself
 
Bottled up for so long now
Reveal to one we trust
Iron John is to be heard
 
Ahhh, hidden under mothers pillow
Steals away the key
Sets Iron John free. Or not?
 
Don’t protest the poem
It speaks, what I must say
It breaths what life I have left
 
Glory, glory to you O’ poem
For you speak what I cannot
No one will protest
 
Poem. Poem. Love and lore
Tell me what fate you don for me
And for those alone, yet living
 
Quoth the raven, “nevermore”
But the soul does not agree
Hindered by inner desire
 
Burns like fire
Never satiated
“Hope springs eternal”
 
Sorry my friend
This does not help you?
Another of my regrets