The truth is that this all happened in one day. Here we have a man realizing that the jewel of his eye has turned away from him and in his last fleeting moment as her soul mate he’s trying to uncover the mystery of this stark development. Be riddled with rage, confusion and resentment over these new found potholes in the streets that he thought were paved with Gold he attempts to, for himself, requisition her for some keen answers that will satisfy his curiosities…or so he believes.
So I waited, and I waited, and I waited, and I waited and I contemplated our future or the one we thought we’d have together. That is to say that’s what we thought we’d commensurate as our endeavor. Right,…whatever. Now, we’re taking steps down a ladder that was tougher to climb. How I knew that one day we’d cross the forbidden line, the one that was supposed to be invisible but we managed to find. You know what, I think that we should…- never mind. Who was wrong?!? I gave you the tunes to enhance the harmonics of your song. I ushered in sight for the feelings you’ve now come to claim as your own. And you turn your back on me as if you’re in a place where I never belonged??? Funny, I built and designed that house that you proclaim as your home. So now I sit and watch those idol efforts be discarded by the oversights in the past for a future that doesn’t exist. A solemn moment condemned to never realize its wish. Like a shot that went up with soaring hopes to aspire a win for a team loosing more than its confidence. Now the seconds of the clock fade away with each tick. How remiss, a sober reminder indeed. For some reason I can’t begin to assert this as a want or more of a need. Yet my blind eyes suffer to surrender to its dying creed. I sigh with the solace settling in my mind, almost as if it were something of ease. Dealing with the night time sky as when dusk settles into the horizon under the summer breeze. See?
So I guess that’s the impact a woman can have on a man and his mind.
He becomes crippled with his thoughts and there's nothing more there except his own curious desires. Curiosity between the beauty that is her, and the beast that is him. A battle of entangled hearts when lovers spark their anthem while the banter fills the valleys and creeks of the park. A hybrid creation of reckless resolve and masterful art. Somber moments penetrating the sleeve of his thoughts leaving its blissful marks. In-between a reality and a dream, I hope it’s a dream that can be mastered with my vision but that would defeat its purpose. So my reality is one beset for me to penetrate and reveal the gold under this steely surface. Shades of gray scatter across the confusion providing solace as a remedy. The eruption is too much to bear as we observe this synergy. Is this what we should expect? Words imprisoned by the trepidations of our compromise and its effects. I submit my pleas before your scrutiny without options for you to reject. Misinterpreted words that you pass for amnesty but when undressed by the heart feels nothing short of the neglect. And its absence is something you want me to sweat???? The power of the sword is in the tongue so let your fears be the battle you’ve decided you won. What’s another war going to do us? I’ve already divulged my fortune as well as my heart. I was a willing victim to this deceptionist’s art. This mirror tells a tale that lonely tears can only comprehend. So I wrestle with this duress until she understands my struggle’s end. It’s a cold world I whisper to myself, as I observe her riding off to bed with my friend…I guess dead men’s truths are never heard, unless its by the winds.
“A collection…” Ezeryah© Ezeryah Mhounarru 2007
