Could I Ever Be!?
Ms. Eberly, enough could I ever be?
Such plentiful pleasantry presented as heavenly existential necessity.
No longer next to me, no longer vexed by excess of my pestering.
For the wall boast the lettering, of all my falls, faults, and feelings left festering.
Forsaken, for life filled with better things.
Forces, establishing courses with coordinates that plot you a future with lots of importance.
Foreseen, for a queen not the likes of a fiend found down on his luck nearly drowned in ravines.
Just a clown in a scene, with a frown and a theme.
Proudly redeemed by the sweat of his brow not the boos or the bows he’s yet to have seen.
Fortune forgets all the steps he has crept, better yet tears he has wept with the years...I would bet now amount to a river or his riverbed.
Forever in debt to the love he once lost, the day he lost his head.
Watched with regret, it was clear that her fear would replace any place he once had in her stead.
Apologies, she probably sees as being misled.
Are all that he’s said, but she’s tired of liars her tires haven’t the tread.
So, despite how he fights she now cuts out the lights and goes straight to bed…
Thoughts being better off dead are better off shed, now he write letters attempting to tether the ties that he severed…but he should have done better, cause his next chance to advance looks to be never….