Untold Epics

Reluctant, hesitant, standing back, straying farther from the reaches of indecisive moments, afraid of the pain, fulfilling destinies of thoughts about death and the ending of it all. Placed in tombs of displacent ineptitude, running from the waves of reality as they bounce and knock over everything. Pulling under with the heaviness of sorrow, tranquil forever after in thoughts of unending peace. Untold epics lying within, awaiting their replies in ancient speech, unrelated to everyday topics, those held within are secret forebodings of a past life once had. There are no escapes from feckless aptitude, life cannot be lived in disgrace, beings brought to the life they hold within, touching others, becoming open to the horrors of past nights. Dawn rises, dusk sets upon the reasoning faculties of a mind, wherever trying to hide, it seems only to focus brighter and more insistent upon the brain of interior life. Solace does not hide away, it is not tucked beneath ages of memories, feeling it at times, consuming this entire being and liking the way it feels. Perfumed, odorless, matches of a soul, reaching to the heavens, praying to be let go, praying for a life beyond this one. Hanging head in sorrow, walking on filling the daily destiny of myriad tomorrows, until a day becoming, on heaven's hearth, alone, contented, full of God's love. Circumstances not unwinding from the jungle undergrowth, instead twisting and turning and pulling with it. Let go you say? Would like to, but this barrier insists that I may not go beyond it's protective walls. What can be done? How can it get around it?