I Was There All The Time

POEM 59: I WAS THERE ALL THE TIME

It's been a while,

oh daughter of lights

You've been searching for peace

in some void.

Woods with the hunter forest boy

Desert with a peasant Arabian boy

Glaciers with a savage Eskimo

You've searched in seasons harsh

You've searched in seasons mild

Nothing found

Void still spans...

But I was there all the time

Waiting in line.

Then and now,

oh Lady of lights

You've been trying to blame all your ills

on this crazy world you're in.

Groans for moans

Forced smiles and honest cries.

Selfish, your desires are

Surface deep, your eyes are

Searching in shallow highs

Treasures that layers below hides.

Nothing found

Void still spans...

But I was there all the time

Waiting in line.

See how pale you look

Oh lady of lights

You've been used

And taken for a ride

These tears that now crawl

From your eyes to my eardrum

Would've ne'er break you

If only you knew

I was there all the time

Waiting in line.

Patiently

Silently

I prayed you take your eyes off the broad way

And glance, even it be a few seconds while,

At my little twinkling ray.

Pain don't look good on you

And the gloom you hide behind a beaming hue

Whilst staring at fading rainbow ends

Would've ne'er punctuate your life tale

If only you knew

I was there all the time

Waiting in line.

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician
#SSA

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