Emotions are volatile
Mobile as peas on a child's plate...
I've scraped surfaces
of what needs to be...
On mornings like this one,
with the birds silent...
Enigma plagues unknown answers-
of what has transpired of this love...
She sat there in her corner
So quiet, so alone...
Why must these feelings continue
Unable to do anything; helpless...
The darkness is fallen upon thee,
Can ye not see...
Behind the words and funny smile
An unknown road for miles and miles...
Walking alone in this dark, barren land
There's no sound on this forsaken place...
Princess walking down the isle,
Inherited queen's beauty's galore...
Tension and anger, in my body and mind,
confusion and betrayal, is what I find...
I wrote this poem a little while ago after...
He woke up that one morning...