The Vision

It is midnight in the chambers
Of my melancholic soul;
Witness are the empty hours
To my struggle to be whole.

Listless faces, unsmiling,
Fill my vision of despair
While the voices of the dying
Sing the burden that I bear.

Tears are lost in the uncaring
“That-is-not-my-problem” stare
Of my icy eyes unfeeling
Common anguish we all share.

I have seen the hungry dying
I have heard the cries of fools,
And the hopes of men a-waning,
And the misery that rules.

Yes, the misery proliferating
And the poverty of souls –
Men alive but no more living
In their void-of-meaning roles.

I am near to realizing
What before I did not see
That to live a life of loving
Is to set my spirit free

From the selfishness that binds me
To the coldness of despair,
From the midnight of my misery
To the dawn of loving care.

1-13-90