a world of opposites

a world of opposites

a world of opposites surround me round
return to me a single echo of silent sound
a voice unheard, loud and strong
reverberates, vibrates, hums along

the walls of contrast reflect the light
a prism of colors: blind eyes delight
a single hue, from every face
lost then found, chromatic trace

barriers of belief block the way
hindering the path on which I stay
anchored fast to unbelief
frozen stand in endless grief

loveless lovers fill the void
unloved hearts once destroyed
unsung love songs fill the air
some who love but do not care

potent portent future found
past is passed in days unwound
ones forgotten, ones foretold
remembered memories, lies untold

buried treasure, costless find
wealth unmeasured, paupers mined
priceless objects priced to sell
fortune spent on pyrite’s spell

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