A day’s happiness gone
In an instant. The exact moment
I see your face, only can you such a thing do.
Your negativity reaching out,
Searching for a new victim to invade,
To spread out and propagate,
A never ending cycle, I am caught
Unable to evade tendrils crushing
The life out of me struggling
To breathe suffocating everyone
It manages to hold in its sway.
I get so tired searching for
A moment of peace. It’s so easy
To forget the bright start to the day.
Oh well it was so long ago it can’t
Have been the day. Perhaps I’ll
Just lay down my head, suddenly so weary.
Never to escape, close my eyes…
It’s like a sickness.
A raised temperature,
An unfocused delirium,
A feeling of coming death.
Midnight creature, forced,
Awakened at unnatural
Hours of the day
In a battle for survival.
A sense of nausea
Unable to be quashed
Temples pounding, unyielding,
The coming of the sun.
The early bird,
Gets the worm,
Yet the moonlit tiger
Catches the larger prey.
Three women sitting down together
Each discussing their lives
All are separate yet
All are the same.
A three-sided mirror sits
Each face waiting to reflect
The first face – always uncovered
Catches the sun’s rays
To send out to the world.
The second – sometimes uncovered
In only the deepest silences
Always alone despite the crowd.
The third – never uncovered.
Its face, unknown even to its owner
Who sometimes always with
The greatest of trepidation
Gathers a moment of courage
To grab the corner of the cover
Intending to pull it back and reveal
What lies beneath.
Only to stop at just the last moment,
Each and Every time.
Three women, three lives.
Three mirrors, three images.
Two lies and one truth, or
Three truths and no lies?
We, the Shocked and Stunned, gather to mourn a death. The death of Hope – an entire generation’s. A promising child strangled before her prime, long before she reached her full potential. All in an effort to make great again that which questionably ever was. She was killed by the most absurd of weapons: an Orange Buffoon wielded by the blind and deaf. Mute Cowards were witness to the murder, and yet, did nothing to save her. Proving true that old adage once again. A hole has been left in our hearts that may never be healed. Nevertheless, we shall try to move forward. All while pretending our ship’s not sinking despite the cries of those overboard
I told you that I loved you.
You smiled and kissed me – tried to make me believe that you loved me back. And, oh!
Oh, how I wanted to believe you.
But, your kisses, your touches – they felt empty. And, for the briefest of moments, I wondered.
I wondered about every kiss, about every touch, and if they were meant for her. And, in that moment, I knew a truth.
The truth was that it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter… because you smiled and kissed me.
And, you tried to make me believe that you loved me back.