Story of the forgotten statue

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The need to love and be loved is just as real as the physical needs for water, food and air. However, after too many failed attempts we may began to feel as if we are being punished for wanting something that is only natural.

Submitted: July 15, 2008

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Just as we experience the physiological need for food, water, and rest, so is the need to love and be loved.  However, after suffering  through too many failed attempts one may began to wander if we are not being punished for needing something which is only normal...

Life remains excruciatingly steadfast
As a state of impassiveness
Overshadows my everyday senses

While observing the surrendering
Of the seasons to one another
In response to the earth's call
The vacancy within has become
An occupancy of the unfufilled heart

Through time I have evolved
Into an inconspicuous statue
Immersed in poisoinous vines

Standing silently, helplessly,
Beholding life itself proceed
The way in which the movie patron
Views the theatre screen from afar

Sunlight is potentially soothing
Upon this worn marble shell
Yet sorrow has manifested
A cold deflective shield
These vines are faded and brittle
In this film there appears
No guarantee of a joyous ending

Water quenches a parched tongue
The famished man will indulge
An infant weeps for recognition
All things essential to the human experience

So why am I to be punished
For seeking what is only natural?
Is solitude destined to be
My eternal companion?

Venturing across an endless maze
I have sought after affection
Optimistic upon every turn,
Each direction introduces
Another dark wall aligned with thorns
Whose roses have fled

A weary man will slumber
The moon emerges anew
Animals await their master
Thunder preceeds the lightning
We percieve these as normal
So is the need to be loved

Still I will not succumb to my surroundings
The human heart beats in reminder of hope
Shells are breakable
Someday the chisel will arrive


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