Slowly

by

McKenna Byrne

I always measured slowly how my hopes were born,
Much like a rising sun, that warm and welcome guest
Who, when her stay is over, radiance shorn,
Falls faint and forceless down to the hungry west.

I've measured many midnights; watched disillusion crawl
Like a slow slinking wolf to where my heart-dreams lie
And fall upon them, reefing tooth and claw
Awakening them to horror as they die.

How slowly, slowly life demands its wage;
How spirit loses ground - the bones can't last -
Energy defects - limbs lag and age
Delivers death so slowly though we deem it fast.

I mind how gradual from all these things apart,
Seeming more slow than God's own death, proceeds
The length of years it takes the disillusioned heart
To slowly murder all its unmet needs.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at the bachelor
by: Olaf Korder
from: Delft, Zuid-Holland, Netherlands

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