|Regret Is A Tight Rope
By Unmanifested_One on 12/06/2007
A leaf falls from a tree in Autumn,
I am no longer safe in her embrace.
A lonely leaf I am, bitter and cold,
Weakened and torn from her beauty and grace.
Like a sunset falls beneath the ocean,
I am the sky, without sun, without light.
My only guest, night and it's confusion,
How did such perfection leave without sight?
Like a candle with the wicks flame burned out,
My lost sense of warmth, the touch of her skin.
A warmth I can now barely remember,
Yet to dwell on the past is a great sin.
Confused by angst and wanting to forgive,
Just as a leaf falls from the trees fingers.
Unvisited by closure, left distraught,
The scent of an old flame still now lingers.
Like being in a house filled with the past,
I am forced to reenact my failure.
As if my mouth were forbidden from speech,
Once she came into view, is there a cure?
Like being seduced by Mercy's soft kiss,
I find myself letting go of a trait.
To be caressed by a feeling so passive,
Is to be emptied of all that I hate.
There was once a time I barely recall,
When I had become filled with so much rage.
Which was all caused by this pretty girl,
Or that's the normal lie I tell on stage.
In all honesty, fault is knighted mine,
I could not let go of who I held dear.
So I dwell behind time, changed to this loss,
Separation from love is the worst fear.
In this detached nightmare I cling to strength,
Weakness pulls my feet, it's quicksand, I sink!
shriveled to emotionless human life,
With fragility I hold a strong link.
Ah, I am all light, blinded by darkness,
Bound tight by regret, there exists no hope.
As long as my mind recalls this burned scene,
Not one blade will sever this rope.
© Michael D. Carlton
© By Unmanifested_One On 12/6/2007 3:18:42 AM