What is it about a tragedy that leaves me hanging
On the edge of the seat and entangled with hope,
Despair, a new meaning to life
Is it possible the best kinds of love are left open to explore
Or end with an empty kind of feeling
Maybe the best meaning of love is found in the curiosity
Sparked by a tragic ending
Where everything is just barely lost, or perhaps found
And maybe it’s the meaning behind the loss, or
The loss behind the unspoken meaning or the love left still,
In the darkness, just waiting, lurking.
For after watching a fairytale ending,
I am complete, content, and the reality of my realization
Is unreal, and quite exaggerated,
But the truth found in a tragedy leaves more pain, more emotion, deeper
Sense than any happy romance could, for perhaps
It is the times of confusion, loss, and ambiguity that we come alive,
Perhaps a tragedy is, after all the reality,
The most probability and the best ending
Perhaps, our lives are indeed, tragic, like a wave
Engulfing my ever present need, a desperate cry of
An unlikely answer, fixing the helpless pitch in the endless void
We meet our very own tragedy.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:49 PM UTC
What is it about a tragedy that leaves me hanging
On the edge of the seat and entangled with hope,
Despair, a new meaning to life
Is it possible the best kinds of love are left open to explore
Or end with an empty kind of feeling
Maybe the best meaning of love is found in the curiosity
Sparked by a tragic ending
Where everything is just barely lost, or perhaps found
And maybe it’s the meaning behind the loss, or
The loss behind the unspoken meaning or the love left still,
In the darkness, just waiting, lurking.
For after watching a fairytale ending,
I am complete, content, and the reality of my realization
Is unreal, and quite exaggerated,
But the truth found in a tragedy leaves more pain, more emotion, deeper
Sense than any happy romance could, for perhaps
It is the times of confusion, loss, and ambiguity that we come alive,
Perhaps a tragedy is, after all the reality,
The most probability and the best ending
Perhaps, our lives are indeed, tragic, like a wave
Engulfing my ever present need, a desperate cry of
An unlikely answer, fixing the helpless pitch in the endless void
We meet our very own tragedy.
Written 6/2009