A Cup Half Empty

Emptiness, doubt and low self worth

These are the seeds of a heart half grown in stature

The waves crashing along the shoreline

The complete collapse of a vital life system

Here are the words of despair and rage

Singing like a bird caught in the blooming flower of life

The gardener sows as the wind blows down onto the plains

Life springs forth and consumes all manner of materials

Dogs bark at the cat walking in the middle of the road

Their features grotesque and frigid, calming in the night’s air

Our beliefs and culture all matted together like a collage well preserved

The feelings of want and need tackle the soul of the light bearer

The veiled view of life is what is most important

Seeing the diverse culmination of creation in forms

How can we see the truth and not see the dark?

The giants of the past stomp on the grass of now

My light, the fire in the night sky, this I will always wonder

Running between the trees and bushes searching for my prey

Turning the fields into blood that produces the juice that soaks the driest fruit

This time sitting hampered by the thought of not having

Where is the sky and where are the stars?

I see no clear picture, the view distorted by the smog of things

Unworthy of my actions this pain is mine to bear

Facing the depths of me, this road is mine to walk

In these actions it’s only me bathing in the soup of primordial substance

Wondering in the tomb of lost time and ultimate questions

This bed is clear and soft to the touch; I think I might lie down

Dreaming of a wonder world of visions and images

A tasteful drink from a cup half empty


Dwayne Chamble