No Man is a Failure

On the whisper of a hope that you'll get home alive,
You leave the house in the morning,
It's like I always say,
You never know where a day is going to take you...
In the quiet hours,
The desperate times,
When the soul is a shell,
No rhyming words need tell...
The sweet surrender is all it takes to start asking the unanswered questions, Pleadingly,
Torrentially,
Is this the better self,
Unrealized hope,
The only heights I can scale,
Hailstorm in the mind's eye,
Nightmare awake,
Story told in long sweeping passages,
Bits,
Pieces,
Unacknowledged feeling,
Never given back love thrown down the well,
Lower and lower the depths,
Plumbed for effect,
For the tearjerker moment,
When all the hurts get aired,
Where everybody says what they really feel,
That's it,
The obvious denouement,
The long-awaited end to this small family drama that goes to make up our lives,
Wide-awake,
You then,
And only then,
Understand,
Why you always dream of that same overstuffed mailbox,
The dream ends only with the room you fell asleep in.

end.rev3, 11.44 pm
© David Mark Speer, 25 january 2011, Brooklyn