When the Night’s Weren’t So Cold

Too many times, mostly when I’m watching

Something reminds me of days long past

Days when things had a different meaning

When the nights weren’t so cold

And the days didn’t have holes

Still wondering how the time just slipped away

How everything was lining up perfectly

It was child’s play crossing the hurdles

And I finally had the costume I always wanted

But there was still that one step left

I chased it, but the wind kept pulling it away

Thrice, if I remember right, it was almost in my grasp

So, I rationalized and fed the gaping hole

And as my motivation to be crowned, faded

I traded the chase, for a sheet of parchment

And the warrant came with all the wrought expectation

The metal wrapped a spell of hatred to me

Heat of the forge, drew out the steel from my veins

I fought against and then within

The battle raged upon the barren land of my soul

And never did a reinforcement arrive

Alone on that frozen wasteland did I suffer

For the decades of madness came vengefully rushing

And the unresolved sadness weighed heavily

And the now blooming sadness tipped the scales

Then over the dam and under the breech

Caught in a landslide of escaping reality

But it was OK, because the money was there

Ka-Ching and it was off to the races

Getting free takes a serious investment

The paper tiger was sick anyway

Better that some go to another jungle

But with all the going and gone

The precipice still waits for me

I’ve been avoiding it; singing in the rain

Searching for the solid things to keep me from flying

I’ve put down the cup and pondered

Read the tea leaves and covered myself in smoke

But my motions are only motions

I’m not going anywhere

And there’s more of the watching

And those cursed reminders

Those days when everything went wrong

But tomorrow was another day

And now there’s no more days

They’ve gone away

I just can’t stop watching

Need to find that missing part of me

The one that completed me

Additional Readings

Witchabout – A Witch’s Journey

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R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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