In moments of obliteration
I steal away in contemplation
As the empty is too hard to bear
Would only solidify... if shared
So I seek a nook beyond my mind
Where the faint of heart won't tread to find
As the path is thorny, plagued by truth
With an underbelly lost on youth
Pure minds, who've not yet the apple had
Who've only savoured one shade of sad
A bliss often missed and ne'er perceived
Until in retrospect... hearts they bleed
For, what I once desired... haunts me still
I have no power against its will
And yet in gratitude, peace I find
As it quells the potholes, pain has mined
So from the dank darkness of my delf
I have, in time, gained a richer wealth
One without the woe, would ne'er have been
My greatest blessings... remained unseen
© Debbie Razey 2018