Cause so much pain
yet the remorse no longer exists,
instead it becomes a plan,
a way to carry out some
One has to realize
no longer could a sunset
be appreciated by naked eyes,
a walk upon autumn lain leaves,
would seem unnatural.
For these are the things
we will wish were not easily
though how could they not,
if stopping to breathe no longer …
We can feel moments of fear
a certain irony
that wills our lives against the others.
There are those we will fight
for a lifetime
the natural course of time,
left alone reveal own sad device.
Think of the hours spent,
the time ahead,
obligations, expectations, hopes and dreams,
and they’re not all your own,
they are those who count upon you
to lead our lives along some path,
a travel in excitement, entertainment,
voices to be heard,
a purpose to learn the rhythm
of how the blues to sing our songs.
If for the moment
found hanging from a doorway
would be the finality of speculation
what would matter then,
later after fresh paint and new hinges.
This is a certain sorrow,
enough to frighten a victim
from pursuing a good night’s sleep,
for to wake in this same world again,
oh so tiresome is this rinse and repeat.
If somehow the sky might open swallow me whole
than know would I my peace no longer need control.
©Scott F Savage 10/2020