the mood and age.
Two separate acts upon one stage.
Too full of energy and deep despair.
There, within the costumes that they wear.
Wondering if anyone still cares.
Emotions all too often hid away.
Not knowing if the other one might stay.
Unsynchronized, the roles they choose to play
One for life and one for sorrow.
Looking for a new tomorrow.
Caught up in an instance of replay.
On the outside, looking in.
A spray of wealth invites the sin.
Praying for the shadows to move on.
Caught up in a burning blast of sun.
Unrequited love left unrecorded.
Lashing out as if the pain were sporting.
She the mother. He the son.
Reaching for the bridge, she burns
from hatred grown in his testosterone.
Unmended seams within the weave
of what was once a loving unity.
The intercession has expired.
The telephone too highly wired.
Explosions damaging to heart.
If only we could stop
and start again...
? Michaelette ?
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