PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

why are memories so lovely and sweet
when you take them out of safe storage
and reflect upon them
why can't our future seem as beautiful
compared to the forgiveness of today and
not so dismal and grim
where has today gone
when did it decide it should leave
why is reality when placed after the fact
so difficult still sometimes to conceive
the chance of these vague generic thoughts
making me cry is sad but slim
I write even while in tantrum's turmoil
out of necessity not whim
what more can I skim off the top of my life
and still manage to contentedly live
what more of myself do I have to show you and
how much do I have left in me to take so to give
don't get me wrong
to pen and page
so to live on
I am greatly tempted
this very concept I have struggled with long and
hard and many times before have preempted
when it comes to love I have never feigned the
emotion or otherwise pretended
the idea of a romantic interlude at this point in
my lonely little lost life is indeed quite splendid
but first I must question myself
should I hold in check my runaway emotions
until the hole in my life has been removed or
mended
to my many disappointments
my apologies I have often repeatedly and
most redundantly extended
upon my even somewhat shaky self I have
always depended
know that in the last legs of this quest
to the level of contempt
I have neither risen nor descended
and I love how every thought in this piece
has so beautifully blended
I'm happy, even though this, like my life
did not turn out quite as I had wished for
nor intended.........
(written May 8,1991 in the pm)