Dire Risk for Mad Reward – a poem

Daring to hope is a dangerous game,

The danger of wondering, of dreams

That seek for hope to succeed, to

Bloom in fulsome expectations,

Blossom.

*

Tired of the wonder, tired of all

The questions, internal, well meaning

External queries fair lost in mood

And swamped by storms of self,

Destroyed.

*

Lightning formed fault-lines lie fragile

Under one’s psyche, strong in dire

Contrast to the world above, without,

A psychic tragedy waiting to come out,

Stumbling.

*

Chaotic lies the face of the deep,

Self-doubt and tangles of turnabout

Mind games teasing itself, torn

From the pages of old books,

Hooked.

*

Do you dare to hope, to dream?

What wonders might be, to be seen?

Head out, ignore the unowned mind,

Risk it all on a maniacal ego-death trip,

Chance.

 

p.s. – hope you like it, GG  =P

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