No Return To The Beginning

Believing
the incomprehensible feeling
with no power to describe
how it overwhelms
no words to catch the
sharp and terrible
shadows which surround
drowned in a sea of
syrup sympathy poured
from faces frowning
in a hover at the end
of an anguished eye span.

There is no awakening
in a morning of light
only the keening of the
night before – the meaning
of life is less cruel than a
mere wanting for it to
end.

And the masters of
grand schemes sit
at their desks and draw
diagrams, talk about
diagnoses and trauma
ending in disbelief,
shouting their doubt
as if it will bring relief.

In the end there is no cure
for what could not be
described in words
categorised in systems of
structured thought – no arresting
the thief who stole those years
no return to the beginning.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-19