Life Gone Wrong

The pillars of support were tumbling.
Tattered bits and pieces of a way
of life gone wrong. Taboos and old
religious creeds, resurfacing again.
Too late, too late. Beginnings made
to end so violently.

Underground, the sounds of all their
silent sorrow turned into a scream.
Vision blurred, the scene had changed,
while they remained the same.
Unprepared and left in shock.
Stumbling over blocks, invisible.

Ominous, dark shadows sneaking
deep inside your skin. The wins
were never lost as bad as this.
Remembering one endless kiss,
you feel it all again. The rapture
and the agony. The terror that once
made you flee. And then again,
that startling emptiness.

Exhausted by the mundane mess
of daily life and its entanglements.
Reaching for a newborn dream
behind your tortured eyes,
the same old scheme plays out
in nightmare vision. While all
the could-have-been is waiting
deep within the heart of your denial.

Those moments when you finally dared
to try to reach it all. Fantastic bits of memory
from days before the fatal scare. Back to
a time when love was in the air. Particles
of bliss felt through the whole of each experience.
You never dreamed it might have come to this -
this peculiar feel of emptiness that somehow
won't let go.

Where once, the healing warmth of love,
began to alter everything that was, now
days of disputation leave a sense
of breathlessness that can't be eased.
Move back again, in history, you know
the truth is there. And you know you made
a fool of her - even after all the love
she'd given you, so free.

The promises you broke were never
tokens or gratuities. It was so real.
The bliss of every touch and kiss.
And time refuses all the healing
once offered. For there, within
the coffers of your ever errant greed,
still lies the worth of every promise made.

She loved you so. Enriching every inch
of who you were. Lending you a strength
that you had never felt before. Now on into
the evermore. The breech that you created.
Hiding in your intellect. Denying all the worth
of grace and spirits' interface - only for you.
And no matter how you longed to turn her
into something other - still within your heart,
you felt the truth.

The answers found in youth no longer worked
now that the zenith of your years appeared -
in you, for all the world to see and realize
your aging. Magician of the marketplace -
you'd sold your very soul for just a wage -
so worthless in its boldness that
your stomach turned the tale into the
bitterness you'd chosen as your life.

The pillars of support were tumbling.
Tattered bits and pieces of a way
of life gone wrong. Taboos and old
religious creeds, resurfacing again.
Too late, too late. Beginnings made
to end so violently. Accept the situation
and believe - no matter all the zeroes added,
money never could achieve
the lasting feel of ecstasy in love...

? Michaelette ?

7/18/2003
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