I may not return
said before
self-fulfilling travesty
this life
when love
finds measure
instead of what some believe
an eternal fire.
Walking away
from truth
feeds that hypocrisy
the human condition
meant only
to live
mechanics in a mundane
circle of
defeat.
I will walk
alone
yet a steadfast
pain
in my heart
will remind me
forever
hers is a love
he knew
though she pretend away
her beauty
her passion
her honesty
truth.
We act
in such a way
the frailty
of our inherent fear
steps in front
that vulnerability
will
might
does return
while the other
steps away.
Oh don’t believe
the cursed nature
of a spurned
heart
may remain
forever cold.
Seasons change.
this might be my last piece for awhile.
© Scott F Savage 2019
They are real, streaming down my cheeks,
I don’t have any music
to buffer this pain,
I don’t have any resolve,
to stop the tears,
my eyes are pouring,
I cannot see,
I can only hold on to some fading
memory.
I’m shuddering at the notion,
my hopes, my heart,
my solace,
gone,
beyond the beauty
of knowing love,
I no longer do.
I swore to myself years ago,
I would never fall in love again,
and now, I am only
‘the fool on the hill.’
© Scott F Savage 2019
I’ve been on a rollercoaster and have just
been thrown off
my world
is gravel and asphalt
the kind that stays attached to you for days,
can’t seem to get it out of my hair,
my mind, my soul,
my heart
is breaking at the notion that the cycle
will go on without me,
the highs and lows,
people with laughter,
people that love
can show each other
without fear,
with no denial,
people will now
see me only
walk
away
in a wander
fighting for what I once believed …
love
© Scott F Savage 2019
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
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