Enough (Poem)

Hello, I hope everyone is having a wonderful day. This is a poem that I wrote a few years back and posted to Medium. I recently discovered this platform and was hoping to have my work reach a greater number of people. I hope you will enjoy this poem and, as always, I am open to criticism. Thank you!

Written on 11/2/2023:

As my eyes make troubled work of all future and past provinces

Places of whim and woe

Places which I never presided over, but dreamt of in malicious benevolence

They grow tired, dead, hopeless and despairing…

I see them now…

The sky airy and full of the sun’s mighty

…Light…

Enough to lift

The clouds hung low and

…Thick…

Enough to stand on

And the Earth so fluff and

…Soft…

Enough to mold

And deepest yet, a molten, rended core so

…Strong…

Strong enough to mend

Angels floating, watchful and slow in grace,

Perhaps even slow enough to catch

And the devils and demons, spriggan with lies

Seem like the helpless babe of man, born to cry

And in this land of afflicted ephialtes a warped man was never seen

A hopeless man was made obscene

And tolerance is a policy less cold learn to use

Nay, cast this debtless dream aside

Where man is plagued by perfection

In a time when evil is crippled and shied

Awaken, see as it is and will always be

A worse place, a land of rids

A lightened sky means dryness

And heavy clouds mean rain

And the world is Siberian and sadistic and bloody-minded

And the core is as it should be

Incomplete

Where people walk in a myriad of ways

Where people walk in a myriad of directions

With a myriad of delusions

With a myriad of burdens

And inconsistencies

And fears

Remember that in this crag-toothed maw of actuality

This hopeless, hurtful realm where death is a given and meaning is amiss

A better portrait, story, and work is made

A contrasting suffering of beauty

In all the vivid shades provided to life

A thing whose elective gaze is shattered like tempered glass

Refracting light into a million shapes and salvations