I willingly entangle myself In a landscape of gnarled spruce trees With a vain longing for heaven And a deep chasm of strangeness. He looks at me with half-closed eyes But consolation today is not to be mine. For a lifetime of emotional borrowings Has left me all but bankrupt. And the answer is not about meaning Or the measure of success But rather, where the disappointment lies When it is contrast that paints our skies.
Enjoyed this poem very much. Totally understood "a lifetime of emotional borrowings....has left me all but bankrupt." I have turned a similar phrase in my life. "A pitcher poured from often soon stands empty." Well done.