Wisdom Of Dorian Gray

Windowsill view 
of a world 
that has stood still 
for seven years
Seven years 
and all I can do 
and all I can say 
is that the mirrored 
image of myself 
doesn't hold a candle 
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray 
Self imposed isolation 
so many demons to slay 
ghosts that have a need 
for acknowledgement 
and a clear path 
to send them 
on their heavenly way
Chalky white lines 
have been drawn 
sidewalk zigzag 
and connecting 
all the loose ends 
from you to me 
and back around 
introspective reflecting
Things we didn't 
talk about and nothing 
can explain the path 
that was taken 
or the loss 
that was found
Here I stand
one foot 
in the clouds
the other 
firmly planted 
grave site 
in the ground
It is so obvious 
to anyone with an eye 
for the absurd
surround sound blaring
unanswered questions 
insecurities burned
...into the heart
compassionately held
yet never understood
or heard
The nights continue 
to leave me 
feeling empty handed 
a critical angst
not to spend the rest 
of my life without love
or feeling stranded
And it's not for fear of solitude 
or the emptiness of my bed
it has more to do 
with the natural notion
of how the body 
is nourished
and how the soul is fed
Windowsill view 
of a world 
that has stood still 
for seven years
seven years 
and all I can do 
and all I can say 
is that the mirrored 
image of myself 
doesn't hold a candle 
to the image or
the wisdom of Dorian Gray 

© 2015 TrilbyYates