Damnit The Sun
Begin the day in front of a mirror and preen
for you reside in a place where the grass is green
all the critics sing your praises from head to toe
the compliments received would make a Stoic blush
until one iconoclast rained on your parade
crashed in like a storm surge and shattered the mirror
The colors have faded and suddenly it’s gloom
you’re now in a place where the flowers do not bloom
all the king’s horses and all the king’s men cannot
glue your too broken pieces together again
it haunts, it haunts, this thing both unnamed and unknown
the line between nightmares and waking life is blurred
Alone in the misty woods you let out a shrill
must the gods be jocular, this part of the thrill?
life is the journey where you are late for the flight
life’s the teacher you never paid attention to
a hapless fate where sorrow spreads virulently
blue is the color and it is a malady
Morose, miserable, all the descriptions teem
but is the weather really as bleak as you deem?
death is scattered, breathing, alive, and picturesque
a heart of gold never did mean a heart of joy
the hands that used to pat you on the back are the
very same hands that will push you off of a cliff
The waters of dejection went above your poll
many years of holding back has taken its toll
whom do you call after? whom do you fear the most?
the devil, God, or is it formidable You?
nothing is random and it is proven by your scars
but prayers are unanswered; silence, deafening
One yearns for happiness and dreams to chase and woo
dreams delicate as a newborn to whom we coo
but dreams fade away in its unforgiving pace
so should the best advice be not to dream at all?
the seeds of disillusion like an assassin,
lurk in the dark, sneaking, sneaking into your mind
If fate is personified it would be a cad,
I am behind him walking aimlessly to gad
-about; his directions are never clear at all,
until we stop in front of a mirror to see
the lines on my face, the obliterated years
of a life unrewarded and unexamined