Bitter Revolutions

Why does is seem that my heart must return here yearly?
To go thru the emotional anguish of broken promises
Half truths and forgotten reasons.

"Tis the season to be jolly" holds no sway,
Over the constant dismay I feel around this time of year
I shed but a single tear for it all,
cause you see, grown men are not supposed to cry.
But buried deep inside a soul imprisoned
I weep of never ending torture,
That brings a burning sensation to my eyes
That has nothing to do with the sting cold wind in my face.

I face a constant revolution of failures disguised as triumphs,
Heartaches masquerading as puppy love,
Constantly making me wonder how,
did they manage to miss Halloween several months ago.
I go on and on about how love resides in us unconditionally,
But LOVE like any true woman, be she strong and caring
will get fed up and leave..........

Leaving me to believe that if I find her again,
that she will be brand new;
Like the coming spring,
she'll bring with her renewed hope,
Faith reaped in abundance
to carries us thru the summer times,
Warming us with forgotten tenderness into the pending fall,
until the inevitable fall right back into this tragic scheme.
Damn winter always seems so bitter...

It seems I'm floating in revolving circles,
Where one only coexists to keep the other sane,
But the insanity of it that no matter how fast or slow the revolution,
I come back to this point once ever year..
I fear I will never be free.......
So what do I do?
Its me or is it just my imagination.........
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