SUFFER THE INCEPTION OF OUR PATIENCE

Poetry

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BY RUI CARLOS DA CUNHA

"Suffer the Inception of Our Patience"

for Keith

Time moves on at any given moment,
inside ourselves, we watch, as sand tumbles
motionless as a hummingbird in flight,
emits radiant light as spokes of wheels;

memory remembers our reflections,
orbits record our return to the start,
venom, in fangs, bites as we lick our wounds,
energy leaps and bounds then disappears,
seldom do we cherish joy and sorrow;

ordinary people believe in time
not as yo-yos on strings, playthings we put

aside as adults searching for meaning,
the days crumble with bittersweet chocolate;

as tears fall, tempers rage, emotions peak,
nothing but emptiness subsides the fears,
yet, a cat dies from a reckless driver;

gifts arrive in a box without a bow,
in this moment we learn about sorrow,
vengeance vindicates not our vindictive
ephemeral nature, the fleeting light,
night and darkness, the stars light years away;

murder of a beating heart is hateful,
only forgiveness heals the terror-filled
madness of loss irremediable,
ecstasy and delight of the devil,
nothing but hell in emotions of pain
to cherish the beautiful and the damned.