Mind in peripheral disorder,
possibly deranged.
Why why why?
Questions repressed, answers unrevealed,
thoughts disorganized, distorted, torn apart.
Probably the product of unguarded hopes
and broken dreams.
what a heavy disturbance.
Challenged by arrogance,by pride,
or just off to satisfy
ones wanton desires and lust for the pleasures of life.
A love like that could have been nurtured,
treasured, held secure.
Never squandered nor wasted away.
Love, unrecognized, unreturned...
found its tragic end
beneath the cascades of that shimmering waterfalls.
Memories echo themselves
trying to rekindle what has been lost.
Could that love ever be reborn?
Could have been beautiful,
could have been perfect.
Why was it allowed to die by itself?Why?
