Sometimes the most beautifully illuminated
Sapphire studded night
Turns dour grim and shrouded
In an impeccable darkness
Which becomes difficult to dispel
Sometimes the most breathtaking
Balmy and soft summer afternoon
Which tickles my senses to delight
Turns into a harsh frigid
Biting weather
As the sunlight flooding my veins
Turns into a thick rime
And all I can do
Is sit and stare
With a distant look in my eyes
In moments like these
I ruefully wonder
Had I been more dexterous and less naive
I wouldn't have fallen for the artistically crafted mask of goodness that you wore
To hide the monster inside
Had I been more thoughtful and perceptive
I would have ripped apart your disguise
And never would have concluded to keep you by my side
Had I known your evil intentions
I would have never forged
Such a deep and intimate bond
I would have never experienced
The immortal sorrow
Of a bruised and battered heart
And such bouts of crippling remorse
That would hold their sway
And render my mighty efforts
To stay strong
And always search for bright and light
Feeble and futile
On some days