Agreeing To Disagree

He taunted me with hope When there was no hope for us. We were past, the past Gone from today and tomorrow, Boldy planted in the memories who haunted Me like summer haunts the autumn Or sunshine haunts the rain’s relentless falling He taunted me with the chance When there wasn’t a chance in this world. We were the dearly departed, without Being morbid, - we were the dead, the emptiness Drove its soundless nail into our coffin, A coffin of hopes and dreams and prayers – And, oh yes – more memories than I could pronounce, Memories that were devoted to making me sound out The P A S T - the passing of the PAST He taunted me with blood bought and blood sought Feelings, those that crave the attention of light, Soft and gentle, feeding the hopes with faith, even though There is no chance… the betrayal is complete, it’s over He taunted me with life but I could not breathe! It was torturous… the fading of light in the eyes, The familiar hope, unsatisfied… forever words meeting With forever doubt, forever gone, forever numb Emptied of the past, I fell beneath the surface of a ending Where I could only remember the beginning… Mocking the dead, I lie stiff in my casket of pain Worried without worrying, remembering without remembering Shedding all my dreams into faded colors of ebony, Everything changed to gray and I finally could see the truth In him, there in his eyes, I could only see a glimpse of me, The me who had believed and the me who could now see… In the past, that is where we would forever agree to disagree