Doesn’t last
What burns bright and fast extinguishes as such, pity the fool who sits and mourns, for something that ignites so fast wouldn’t last.
They came as quick as they left.
Pangs of melancholy hit me, whimsical I am
Memories that hurt;
A friend who assures they are better than none.
I saw your smile today-
It’s been a long time since I saw it, at me.
It wasn’t specially for me, but it was enough to brighten my stressed, burnt out, exhausted
Soul.
I’ve had enough.
I missed you, but it seems.
Burning quickly
Things that are.
Never, ever last.
*
Money is not happiness.
No smile on the protagonist face-
Agony occupies the space.
Previous tenant was sunshine happy
Clouds do come, rain and storms but a rainbow guranteed.
No matter how many storms I weathered through,
soaking wet,
I am,
Cold.
*
There are so many things I want to say;
But letters to words, from thoughts when said
Sign an invisible confirmation,
Statements are sealed.
The ink has dried,
Documents submitted.
The Judge has made her decision.
the court in rise of the execution.
The verdict is plain to see,
Audience nay gasps because it’s clear.
The condemned, the victim, the guilty.
Who is to blame, who is to say?
What if there was a conspiracy?
The thud of the wooden hammer,
the wigs
the drapes.
Honour, integrity-
Are they in stone because they are for here,
or frozen, forgotten,
for little birds to peer.
*
I want to run, maybe what you said it’s true-
Escapism, I do not deny my dreams
Far fetched but ease my soul.
It’s getting harder and harder each breath I take.
The music pricks my ear
The scenery an eye sore
The smiles are nothing but plastered on
The touch are with malicious intent or merely accidental
The smells so repugnant it makes you sick
A rose so ugly it might as well be fake.
The ciggarette is your friend you think
The fragipani nothing but more than what is was
The desired object doesn’t fit
The foes in victory while the nemesis in wake
The books comfort a moment
Nothing but a paper reeking of superficiality.
The paint distressed and stretches your patience
The time flies by when you’re in need of a miracle rescue operation.
The bills too fast they are spent.
Your stomach growls too often for a coverted longing
You seek comfort in the arms
You realise too late it is nothing but a lump.
It didn’t stay there for you
You’re too impulsive, it’s true.
Everything you want is out of reach-
Tell me, how not to despair when even the smallest thing breaks you down.
And so ends this prose-
I only hope it doesn’t last, no one knows.
The exact measure of reality,
the fiction of originality.
Hope doesn’t come
Everything is fading.
It doesn’t last.
