This morning tomorrow won't be as expected - it will be far from this tonight and nowhere near as planned. There's no telling when it will be back to its old self. So for now, we'll make do and sleep and dream of another yesterday, because today won't do. It never did. It never would.
To the once blooming violet, is it true? Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time? Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime? Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?
Why is the savior the one to endanger? Why is the heartsease the one heartbreaker? Why is the kind spirit the true soul shaker? Why is my best friend to become a stranger?
How can she lose against the clutches of temptation? When was the divine cursed with humanity? How could the listener speak with inanity? When was our friendship twisted into damnation?
Will an invasive **** be victorious in his heist? Is the **** to convince her of his illusive might? Is he ******* her salve, to my abysmal fright? Will I rot of envy from the disgraceful tryst?
Why is life’s story a destiny written in stone? Why can’t I change the demise plagued within? Why should her scent become my eternal toxin? Why shall it degrade me from my flesh ‘til my bone?
How was I yearning for the bliss of her design? When was I seeded with this addiction? How was it dreamt into endless affliction? When did Violet and Lost Girl begin to intertwine?
Epilogue: And did the lost girl tiptoed through the darkened fields? Was her in search of the warmth of the sun’s yield? Did she reach the water? Was it her escape? Was a giant lily in the wait? Was it a doomed attempt? No heat, no win? Were her burdens too heavy? Did she sink in? And forever bound, was this betrayal to restrain her way? Or was it a promise of the past to save her day?
A poem made of questions...and an epilogue? Well, I tried something a little bit different here. The questions mark my confusion as to how someone I once called a friend began ignoring me and decided to abandon me after she began dating another person. I saw a change in her personality that made me crackle with abashment. It felt like she had never been candid with me. Still, as the epilogue shows, I sensed a glimmer of hope, and when I gave her this poem, we were finally able to talk about our relationship.
With every step there’s pain With every stumble there’s disappointment The day may beat down on us As the moon and sun dance around Controlling the world from up above And there will be days When your strength might be gone
But with every step there’s hope And with every stumble we build the courage To be something more than we ever hoped As the Earth and the planets Circle around the celestial galaxies We should count ourselves so lucky As least we were here to see it