Misplaced Felicity

• Lonneke Bevan, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2008

I am an idea,
An idea that was never meant to take wing
Wandering through an empty mind
Barely a pinprick to the fabric of time

Though, I am not on my own
Drifting through these darkened corridors
With words being silenced underfoot,
Echoing not, breathing not, yet in perpetual motion.

There is no light, no spark or glimmer
To save me from my despondency,
From my wandering
Alone

Endlessly through these hedge-lined gardens
I must trudge
Never progressing, never diminishing
A maze without a centre

With no walls for time to gnaw on
Wait, I must, for the rains to clench
The splintered landscape that lies before me
Nourishing, refreshing

Wait for the day that I become that rain
To soak through the voice of reason
But, alas, with no clouds to cast shadows over this land
Tears will have to do