no
this flesh
will likely never
again know the touch
of a loving warm embrace
it
descends
quite emasculated
toward an empty chasm
of hopelessly encumbered truth
Salt Lake City 09 Oct 2012
George Ellington
Sharing Sights and Sounds, Words and Wonder
George Ellington 
strong pessimism, my friend, in these lines.
…and I have to admire the eloquent conclusion ~
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Thank you, T. I sit here typing this reply to you with a smile on my face, so I am hopeful that the pessimistic-cynical wave I was riding has passed. For now. Look, I even managed to use the word “hopeful”! Although I do still have a couple darker verses to share from a few days back. I think I need some tea!
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The truth can often be quite encumbered. Beautiful, sad, and leaves me hoping for a happier ending.
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Me, too. I have more than just a good reason to be hopeful. It’s just, I think, that the lengthening periods of solitude can weigh quite heavily on my spirit. I imagine we all know what that feels like.
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It is always good to let out your thoughts. You see — there is always hope, if only we look for it.
I see this as a light after darkness. George, you continue. 🙂
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Cheers, Pawan. I smile so at your thoughts and the generous spirit that inspires them. Thank you for this, dear friend.
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