A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.

Shove it deep,
deep down inside?
The pain I keep,
with secrets nestled beside.

Oh, my handsome,
To see you on this day,
Is a gift greater than any ransom.
For this, there isn't a price I wouldn't pay.

My heart bounces,
Like a wild cat's before it pounces.
Especially when we pucker up,
and fill each other's cup.

We've decided to take it all on,
The world and everything beyond.
Our connection grows deeper every dawn,
knowing we have a real bond.

I will hold out for forever,
The only one that's treated me like treasure.
The ability to love you,
will be something I treasure too.

As the belief set in,
Something stirred from within.
A beam shot through,
My guide to help out of the blue.

I fight to keep my cup up to hold,
The filling is worth more than gold.
I follow the light through the mists,
With my eyes and my hands quickly grow fists.

The end is so far still,
How can I fit the bill?
Yet strength begins to run through me.
I know I can reach what I see.

Will grows with my steadfast stance,
Then I move forward with my second chance.
Peace will be mine,
Fresh air has given me nothing but time.

Patience and determination have brought me here,
Just to give you something to peer.
With new breath, I tell you,
There is a way to make the day brand new.

It's hard to know,
When knee deep in ebb and flow.
Legs weakening to stand,
with your feet buried in the sand.

If you pull one up,
you'll lose your balance and even your cup.
One we keep selfishly filled,
While others sit in what they spilled.

The whole balancing act,
Unknowingly keeping us back.
From the overreaching progress,
of what may be regress.

What was the goal?
To keep us whole?
I'd like to drop my part.
I don't believe I have the heart,

To keep moving unknowingly on.
Past what we saw of dawn.
Laying down I have my relief,
"I've reached my end." is my belief.

With time everything gets the experience.
So, there is no pleasure.
Some don't even recognize the occurrence.
It comes to be in such leisure.

Fresh eyes are the ones,
Who told others of the passing.
The old got a chilling in their bones.
They remember doing the fessing.

The notice came and went.
Then it began its conquer on others.
Unaware of what it meant,
We carried on without a warning from our mothers.

It comes to envelop all.
So go on and take in all of it you see.
It will come to call.
Eventually taking with it, you and me.