Dreams lie entangled in the cobwebs <br />And the spiteful spider waits at the helm <br />The talons of fear pierce into the flesh <br />Diffusing into every atom. <br />Sorrow piled on sorrow <br />Guilt burdened with guilt <br />That bore holes in my brain <br />Turning the mind into a simmering pot <br /> <br />In childish fancy hoped in vain, <br />That all buds would bloom <br />And all blossoms into fruits grow <br />But when did the truth dawn on me <br />The sour Truth - hard to neglect or reject <br />That many a bud could be nibbled by worms <br />And fruits - blighted before ripe? <br /> <br />Reeling under the weight of life, <br />The dull beats of Time <br />Resonate on the walls of a vacant mind. <br />I hear it deciphered in many tongues- <br />‘Defeated you are <br />Deserted you will' <br /> <br />Wandering through slick pavements alone, <br />Amid the hurry and scurry of men <br />Loitering through sandy strands <br />Watching the flurry and fury of waves <br />What does my mind hanker for <br />Wealth or Success…….. <br />Power, Position or Fame? <br />Nay, a nameless something <br />That would fill the void within!<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeker-6/
