No One Listens; and No One Pauses

So much the pain; and seldom they listen; and oh the music,

A solemn tear. Such petals, a chameleon swirl; and no one

Pauses. I provoke the unheard; and glaze the sightless. My

Undulation, proffers caution: an ethical dilemma; for pain

Is palpable; and wisdom comforts; but oh the venom—drips

The carpet; and oh the rage, sears the conscious; and all

Such beauty, a silent spear; and all such vision, an empty

Probe; and something cries: mercy; but love, beckons “more.” 

Thus, paradise, far afield; and gravid pain, depth the soul;

But no one listens; and no one pauses. Such is poison, a

Pulse undone; and such to pine, a human ear. Something

Dances, a seeming joy; and something dies, a private storm.

So much the pain; and seldom they listen; and oh the music,

A solemn tear. Such feathers, a chameleon rite; and no one

Pauses; and no one peeks—a dark addiction.