Tuesday, April 29, 2025

House Of The Lost

House Of The Lost
© Surazeus
2025 04 09

Searching empty houses on road of time, 
that leads me deep in crowded city maze, 
I pause at sudden mystery of soft chime 
that makes me wonder why this wordless daze 
leaves me stranded on Bridge of Charity 
without the faintest sense of clarity. 

Though I have searched ten thousand empty homes 
for faceless father who designed my soul, 
I find nothing more than cute garden gnomes 
who tell confusing jokes to fool the troll 
who scribbles stories on the bleeding page 
while locked in structured safety of the cage. 

My mother told me just before she died 
the name he told her in the apple grove 
after they made love, till they had to hide 
from her mad father with the treasure trove, 
because to save his life he ran away 
so she often wept as she watched me play. 

My tragic story never breaks your hearts 
when I lament my state as orphan child 
while we load baskets of apples in carts, 
so I smile and play the clown, meek and mild, 
to hide the bitter anger of my wound 
which winds my heart till I am too attuned. 

My heart ticks twisted with these maudlin tears 
when I lounge placidly in garden fane 
with Spirit Fox and fountain of lost years 
while flowers bloom with suffocating pain, 
so I gaze forlornly at golden haze 
that shrouds my world with faith in the next phase. 

Behind soft pretty mask of my calm face 
I conceal seething passion of desire 
to weave my anguish in this peaceful place 
till terror seeps away with hope less dire 
than pulsing wisdom of my vanity 
that molds the sublime from profanity. 

Though I sing charming hymn of holy awe 
with soul-enchanting voice of divine truth 
I vow to punish abusers with law 
designed for Justice by messiah sleuth 
who mocks tormentors for wounding my heart 
by tracing way of fortune on my chart. 

Abandoned by my father before birth, 
I struggle against harsh odds to survive, 
then counterbalance tragedy of worth 
with even fortune my choices contrive 
by building haven from house of the lost 
because my father is my inner ghost. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds Ophelia smiling calmly as she lounges with her Spirit Fox by the fountain of lost years and gives her strawberries to eat.

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