down the never ending rabbit hole.
A hand up is what I need
shoved back down by hidden greed.
Tried my hardest yet still I failed
left alone to face this torture, everyone else bailed.
I've nothing left to give, everything's been taken
eyes wide open to my brutal reawakening.
You'd think the pain'd be cause enough to cry
but a past used to unfulfillment leaves eyes dry.
The realization of dreams that'll never come to be
of misjudgment, second chances, wasted, by me.
Here I am to face the music of my choices
a screeching cacophony of off-key voices.
Still, no regrets, there has to be a reason
see, yet to come, healing too will have its season.
For now I have to face the darkness
riddled through with hate
I'll turn once again with blind faith
believing in the hands of fate.
Existing in this moment almost to much to bear
all valor's been emptied, leaving stark fear.
This is the end surly it could not get worse
what you'd bill as a gift, I experience its curse.
Never receding, this deepening gloom
wondering, waiting, if hope is to bloom.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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