An attempt at a romanceless, loveless existence. |
A feeling Like dancing butterflies; Leading to astounding feats Of abdominal acrobatics. Joy, delight, Brave, devil-may-care face And taking of risk Knife in hand, The world is my oyster. Willingness, initiative Drive and strength Feeling like I can heal the world Then, at a word, A heedless act Of innocent ignorance- Spiraling, dizzying, Heart-stopping free-fall Into chasms of winter; Subzero temperatures, Walling willing tears Behind thick palisades of ice And heavily guarded bulwarks. Adieu to this emotional roller coaster. The ride stops here. So I celebrate this mass In memoriam of you Elusive heart: House of delusive visions, Menagerie of glass figurines Feigning the appearance of diamonds. I stand at your graveside In mock mourning Over your throbbing form, All the while knowing You will one day rise from your sepulchre Like some vengeful zombie; Bent on wreaking the havoc Or nervous euphoria That is your design. In regret For the time wasted, Not knowing how to put you to use, Preferring to shut you away. But in the meantime, I will walk in free, unfeeling purity Back turned to the headstone Which simply reads To my heart, in memoriam |