Fade to Black

The darkness was creeping in.

You were a star in my night sky.

In an attempt to stave off my darkness,

I clung to the promise of your more youthful glow.

 

Over and over I sought to draw nearer to you,

only to be burned again and again.

 

Time and experience has brought with it
a sense of inevitability and reluctant acceptance.

 

I must spark my own match.
I must seek that light from within myself.

 

As you fade to black…………

 

 

 

 

                                                            

Bad Move/Broken Wing

                                                                      

The pain is excruciating

Each breath a painful reminder

Should have known better

Overstretched my reach

Hyper extending toward you

Should have known better

No warm up, no stretching

Just stubborn will

Should have known better

Took it to the edge

Felt the rip

Should have known better

Now the pain

A constant reminder

I did know better…..I just didn’t care

The Dance

We dance the dance of codependence.

Turning, twisting, floating around the

dance floor.

I hold you up, and you let me.

We laugh, we cry, we keep dancing.

On and on the music continues to play

our song.

I am feeling tired, my head is spinning,

I step away and take a break.

I pray for our song to change.

One more dance you plead.  It will be a

different one this time, you say.

We resume our dance.  Turning, twisting,

floating around the dance floor.

Will I ever have the strength to end this?

Hope u think of me.

Hope u miss me.

Hope u hurt over me.

Hope it tears u up a bit.

Hope u feel a void.

Hope u feel a yearning.

Hope u feel regret.

Hope u feel something.

Because I do.

                      ZERO VISIBILITY

It cleared out the same way it came in,

that fog in my head that made me think that I loved you.

While sleeping, it settled into every corner of my mind,

blanketing all logic and reason.

Dense layers settled into the low lying areas of my heart.

The daily drive of living became treacherous

no longer was I confident in my steering.

If only the radio had announced that all roads to my life

were temporarily closed due to zero visibility.

The fog was dense enough to be illuminated by light passing

through gas, making you appear as a radiant beam.

Somewhere in the distance I heard the call of a foghorn.

It was the voice of reason trying to reach me.

In the end, reality played the role of the sun and gradually

burned off the fog.


Visibility returned, and you vanished with it.

For now I will wear my anger like a
heavy, woolen cloak.

Securely wrapped in its' embrace,
protection from the harsh elements.

When the storm passes and it is safe
to remove my cloak,I will lift my face
to the sun and say, " I am over him. "