Anthony J. Langford

Though entwined with friends and family
There’s nothing more isolating
Than being misunderstood
Yet, is that how it is for all?
Misleading Shells
Encompassing Secret Lives
Yearning for Comprehension
Searching for Glimpses of Ourselves
In literature, films, art
In landscapes, skies and streams
Yet never fully able
To put all the pieces together
Only clutches at fragments
Spread throughout existence
Surges of languid disappointment
Followed by a crushing hollow.
But when those mere morsels arrive
And at times they do…
They enlighten the self
Like a far-reaching gush of passion.
And in that brief encapsulation
Nirvana, heaven, ecstasy, what you will…
It is reached.
It almost makes up for the rest.