Grief

By: Dominic Dyes

Genre: Melancholic

The beauty of all things known,
And to be known.
The understanding of ways already grounded,
The fire that burns within us.
To be here, yet to get there.
Is that what everything is?

A Thought to Come, my Mind to be,
Setting aside that which is,
To step into that which is unknown to me.
This... grieving a version of myself that I thought I could be.
Does this mean defeat?

Maybe I'm down, but I'm not out.
For as long as I live,
I must...
I must go forth and be free.
Isn't that what's been inculcated into me?

The heart of all things,
Intertwined with a system that's been built
To break us down into something higher.
Over many other things,
The mind of all men raising up the things once considered dire.
The Foolish Fire of a man driven by the
Absurdity of a world gone mad.
Taking it upon himself to take over the world with the giftings that could make a world glad.

So I ask, is this... is this,
The Beginning of our own demise?
Are these foolish things that confound the wise?
Are these The Things that are yours that once were mine?
Or maybe even The Reprehensible things of all things sublime?