Swept away, those dreams once savored,
a change of heart, a dull honed sabre,
to cut my languished hopes to ribbons,
ends abrupt and no reasons given,
as the lies espoused of rotting flesh,
neither believed nor held account, bereft
of any real explanation.
And cold the eyes that avert when sought,
guilt worn so poorly a last resort,
and stumbled words and awkward fumbles,
attest the discomfort of lies so mumbled,
as I in daze of a sad recourse,
let her walk away in a cold remorse
as I silently applaud.
Stricken by a play so poorly performed,
better she be gone not scorned,
for such lies cannot bring her back,
when colors shown so stark in fact,
cannot rekindle my love from shock,
or a recompense restore her mockery,
I can barely take stock,
her dismissing of our life so long, together.
And in the shadow of her fading away,
the dust settled in peaceful array,
and time to think I quickly gave,
perpetuity was a mistaken malaise,
a futile hope on which I clung,
that people can change and find better ways,
yet these hopes of mines were spun,
not from silk but webs undone.
Since then, tis myself who changed,
no longer caught in delusions of hope,
rearranged to fit my life like a glove,
and to see what is real not through the eyes of love,
for we so want to believe, to strive for better,
but often it is our minds that accept a lacking truth,
and pay the price for the misconstrued,
the dreams we hold ill-founded.
And with new eyes,
life is no way compromised,
just accepted as it is, through pain and joy
and all that’s in between,
I glean and learn and discern what’s right for me,
and lies are just echoes of foolish hearts,
truth my only perspective,
that offers some directives to places I would go.
Tony DeLorger © 2018