All The Things That Matter

Our trivia we line up well,
With that we show command —
But all the things that matter, seems
We cannot understand.
 
How strange, but how predictable,
To think that we’re so smart,
But never comprehend a thing
With matters of the heart.
 
Regret becomes our atmosphere,
Chagrin becomes our fate —
And all the things that matter, turn
To things we know
 
Too late
 


 
Silent in the meadow,
Sun betwines with shadow;
Part of every feeling,
Staying, coping, dealing —
 
Everything has scattered:
Hearts in all directions,
Tears that bear inspections,
All the things
 
That mattered

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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