Ascendance

 

If doubt were a wall,

And I; Limbless,

Would you throw a rope

For I to bite with

Clenched teeth?

     Or would you rather

Open floodgates

Of a lovers tears to drown?

     And if this wall,

Was covered with

The moss of many moons,

Many Suns – days – nights

Years of expectation,

Would you make

Me there disabled

Just to watch it grow forever?

     Or would you rather

Throw the blindfold

So I couldn’t bare

This time as witness?

 

2.

 

     Seeing how high

This wall can be;

Summons only

Hope that walls

Can never last,

Alas,

      The doubt

Adorning every

Hurt upon this world,

Keeps the wall

Growing ever higher,

And you’re asking

Me believe in

Supernatural Gods –

When Gods are not

The answer,

For in truth

This doubt

That’s sickening

A discordant world

Of purgatory;

Needs only

Its demolition

By the secret wings

Of many,

Whence upon her

Face again we’ll see.

 

Michael J Waite 8th March 2014.