Generally hovering above and beyond,
The call of indecision looms close nearby.
Immeasurable in an immense generosity,
Incalculable pangs of frequent despondency.
A silent slippage simply wrestles the wellbeing,
Grasps with an unrelentless pull into a darkness.
Light ceases to influence or instil desire of being,
Commencement of a return is in futuristic mode.
A body between opposing zones exhausts easily,
Deprived of contentment and the clarity to exist.
Long shadows presently cast a distorted outlook,
One wills goodness to permeate in a short term.
Intervening days and nights rest upon the internals,
Remuneration collated in the sighting of a single smile.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/06/2014
Poet’s United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Light and Dark.’