living truth

“Living in the modern age, death for virtue is the wage, so it seems in darkest hours, evil wins, kindness cowers.” ~ Dean Koontz, The Counted Book of Sorrows ~

the roots are sealed and whole,
the seeds have been sowed
here in lies the truth,
here in lies the soul
of those once lived to this time
of those once lived to this treasure
whimpering in displeasure
as one seems as light as a feather
from wandering into depths untold
visions held, less than bold
triumphs of the day
forever gone astray
to be gazed upon
another day
when the world seems less bold
when the lines of shading hold fast
when the seams of the fabric of time linger past
the hour of deception stays
with this ever present of days
towards the final hour
of the night
where life is found to be too bright
and all one wants to do is stay beneath
that ever wandering light

(as a random side note: this quote appears beneath my high school senior portrait)