And what they meant to me.
I try to write the sunset
Glorious hues of destiny.
Why can’t I see?
I held my pride in one hand
And offered it to those who deserved.
I looked into forever
And saw nothing preserved.
Why must honor be reserved?
The landscapes are dulled.
I held a bouquet of thorns
As I stood on virgin ground.
I refused to let passion scorn.
With fate can I be reborn?
My canvass is blank
There are no colors on the brush
Painting the pain of a mind slowly hushed.
Why does chance blush?
There is a splinter in my soul.
She is angry and she weeps.
I walk the pathways of my mind
Jagged stones cause wounds to seep
Will the spirits finally let me sleep?
I’ve said goodbye too many times
In a life filled with regret.
There is spiteful permanence to goodbye
Like the fleeting beauty of summer’s sunset.
Will I see again the Angels I have met?
I see the ghosts of emotions past
In tortured dreams of bliss.
A great façade greets at first
Through a resplendent silver mist.
Where is the strength to resist?
Of joy and righteousness
I seek the confluence now.
To the ocean of the lost they flow.
For the Goliath of practicality I will not bow.
Please tell me why, please tell me how?
I’ve asked you to help,
To solve the riddle of my heartbreak.
I expected the silence,
But not the agony nor the ache.
Will you tell me, comfort me and not forsake?