Love Ends Contempt Breeds
At the slightest little mishap she resorts to anger;
And as I look around to see what might warrant such reactions;
I see nothing, nor do I see any life changing threats at hand.
So I step back to try and contain those impulsive angers of my own
A creature with wings bearing the dark colors of unholy misgivings
That in effect over shadows my greatest desires;
Voices within me scream resentments of having ever met her.
This relationship has little chance in the face of such vile contempt.
Old friends remind me of how once I was everything to her;
And it rings a bell of familiarity, but was that really me?
And of those who hold my existence in so little regard;
I guess people like me should just learn to let go.
So I sit here a victim but ever vigilant of life’s one way streets
Watching continually for those that go nowhere and end up dead;
But the beast is close and it wears a tight sweater with a short skirt
And I ought to run but to where and what good would that do?
When I was a searcher choosing my own paths;
Life seemed to fit, but I changed and I became a collector;
Tomorrows took president over today;
And now I have become a provider; but there are neither matches nor fits.
This love is over and contention now plays make believe;
And of course if there are no roads left to travel
All there would be to do is reflect on old images;
And of these images reviewed; could it be that too much was missing?
And I lived my life for the sake of love;
But the contempt was like a zoo;
And slowly as love’s light seeps out;
Life’s balance is askew.
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