Are you here to book a disappointment?: December 2015

Friday, December 4, 2015

I drowned myself in coloured liquid

And found solid realisation.

Where will we be?

What will we do?

What will we see?

Relighting a forgotten fire

Brewing the same old tea

Serving it to a new loved one

Who will he be?

Sharing the bed with a different monster

Re-reading a fairy tale that used to be

Deep in introspection, retrospection

Lose ourselves to epiphany?

For all our past follies

Will we have to pay a fee?

Rid our closets of hidden skeletons

Decorating our souls like a Christmas tree?

Re-changing the date, rewriting our fate

From the past, will we break free?

A month from now, years even

Right here I could be.

Breaking up with laughter,

Holding on to words,

Falling into poetry,

Hiding in the depths,

Waiting to be rewritten.

Days are longer,

Smiles are shorter,

Patience is rarer,

So words are lesser,

Thoughts are shallower,

Haikus are dearer.