Poetry and Art

Silent Guardian

Change is a never-ending constant,

Winds cradling my voice as I justify my concepts.

The pendulum swinging, the sands of time ringing,

As I construct this rhyme, 

To explain my contemplative thinking.

Your testing me pushes me away,

Oh please remember me as a time of the day.

But if you don’t even have the decency

To encode the truth of my courtesy,

The choice is always yours,

Just don’t leave me hanging for more.

Your memories is what fuels my rising power

As I try to break out of my self-imposed darkest hour.

Self-realization is the key to revelation,

As I escape the confines of my own desperation.

Asphyxiation, eyes bulging,

Now I pierce the heavens, no more indulging.

Imposing,

The word that describes your dream,

Supporting,

Something I can never do as long as you oppose me.

Composing,

My own path as you unintentionally dispose me.          

Time and again, I tried placing my trust.

Only,

For it to be thrown away in utter disgust.

Now,

Trudging this road again, walking alone,

Making,

Up for lost time as I try to atone.

I will always respect the shadow that was left behind.

Remembering all the times I went with an open mind.

Realizing indifference is the opposite of love,

I open my hands to release my little dove.