A spark of insight
The wonder revered
As so many chased it
Yet so few understood

The nature of their desire
Fated in silence
Years passed them alone
As they wandered searching for meaning

Lost in a facade built to misdirect
To confuse them
Illusions of grandeur
Hidden in lies of benefit

Being the boss, only to show they weren’t
Thinking they had value
Only to find they were the discarded dream
Used then left to fade away

As age slowly takes them
Leaving … the empty , disjointed, the lost
The Truth finally appears
That it all was a scam, a misdirection, a promise of lacking, wanting

They followed the false idol
Of the physical ..
Abused the moment in hopes of the dream
Yet years became unforgiving masters

Yoking them to the image
Wrought in self abuse
Dissolutioned by their experiences
As reality raped them again and again

Breaking hope , sundering their souls
A gift of despair, an inheritance of hate
Bequeathed for the weary hearts that
Traveled the bitter lane

Their youth extinguished as the Seconds
Dragged forward day passing to day
A moment at a time.. forced to live a present that a past future delegated

In the silences of each twilight
The glimmers of promise perish
As their legacy is revealed
The scope of the deception finally
Apparent

As the darkness engulfs them
Closing in on every side
The idea slowly fades
Leaving the nothing… in its place.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe