by Stuart Leopold

Created on: July 29, 2011

Find me for I am lost.

Lost within the black roiling clouds of narcissism that billow around me-

Offending me so and continuing to drain the emotional reserves-

That I have ever so diligently attempted to preserve

For those times when strength is necessary for survival.

I've searched forever and far for that place-

In which my soul may find respite from the wicked winds-

That tear at the fabric of my being, my reality-

Only to have arrived inelegantly at the precise place-

From which my journey had begun.

Eyes that lie and lips that emit the venom of deceit-

Have torn my soul asunder and have rend my heart-

As though it were a cloth to be used as a rag-

For the express purpose of cleaning up the detritus found upon the ground-

At the feet of those who elevate their place upon this planet-

To a higher plane than is their right-

And higher than that of others with whom this world they share.

Their blatant lack of compassion for the downtrodden appalls me.

The absence of respect for those around them-

That they so blithely exhibit by their actions-

Saddens me to my very core.

Their craven sneers, behind the backs of those who truly care for others-

Is corrosive.

But still, the impure slave in earnest to themselves alone-

As though the earth be theirs-

And the dirt upon it-

Be relegated to others.

Oh how I yearn for the joys-

The simple days of my youth-

And pray for the peace that should have been earned-

Through the travails of my years-

but show not in the account of my life.

So ride I will upon the winds of fate-

And sail upon the treacherous waters of life-

Until my journey be done.

For in the end, what am I?

I am but a task of the Gods, whomever they may be-

And toil shall I, until I can toil no more-

And find my rest.

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