Poem: The forest for the trees.

A poem of mine, read by me. (I block users that flame. I welcome constructive criticism and dialog. If you're looking to be hateful, please go elsewhere.)

The forest for the trees.

Every time I walk down this road
it's an empty path, a false path.
The trees and foliage are all illusion
of my own desperate yearning
I call out, "Where am I going?
Where is this leading?"
and I hear the trepid twitter
of birds that have no speech,
no voice, and no mind
of the question;

It seems that illusion is all I have
and what is that except a yearning
for something empty and unyielding
Those around me are ready to accept
the paper trees and crayon grass
but I struggle against it
I fight in a singular combat
until I find I am fighting myself
because no one else fights it;

I am weary, tired with this search
my quest has lead me into loneliness
I lay down on a bed of near regret
of lost moments and desires unfulfilled
There is so much in life to be had
beside this thing I seek
If only I could let it go
and live my life without the dream
that one day I will hear another voice
a voice strong like mine
that cries out against this thing
This great perpetration of lies,
half truths, and illusion.

I let go a part of me today
because today is not the day.

S. Elizebeth Turnquist

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