Still Waters

Much like a water well,
just when you think,
the bottom you have reached,
it is deeper still.
Past the line of sight,
beyond the reach of light,
bottomless, fathomless
still waters always run deep.

I have been chased and stalked
in my nightmares and dreams,
as I chased and stalked the living
from where the sunrises
to the western most sea.
I have come to the point
where I can no longer run,
from that which has for so long
made me its quarry of one.

When it is all said and done
the question remains:
What was it I was most afraid of?
Was it dying honorably
or living with the memories.
My past put me on this path,
a life without the warmth of love,
fear of loss or the hopes
and dreams of the young.
I used to have aspirations
sweet notions I once dreamed of.

As in all things,
my life has come full circle,
I now know eternally,
love, forth can spring
and any thought of
loosing it, unbearable.
It is now, that I live,
Not... Just...exist...

 
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