There Is No Light
You wasted so much on yesterday,
there's little time left for tomorrow.
And you've cried so many bitter tears
you're drowning in a sea of sorrow.
Breaking out of a silken cocoon,
you hoped to emerge a butterfly.
And when fate didn't unfold like that,
you convinced yourself love was a lie.
You suckle wishes on soured dreams
garnered from make-believe and pretend.
And though you greet a thousand faces,
there are so few; you can call a friend.
Frustrated as the clock ticks away,
you're no longer convinced there is hope.
And struggling with that reality,
you spend all your time; trying to cope.
You are an ebony silhouette
etched upon the shadows of the night.
And dream of passion's eternal bliss
without noticing there is no light.
(Quatrain)
4/2/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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