Direction

I hope you smile, when you remember me. Once a fleeting while, a thought of what could be. I don’t mind the pain, a dulling sense of being. Omnipotence to gain, yet a constant thought of fleeing. Staring down the side, an end to the world. Animosity has died, leaving a story unfurled. Mass graves of meaning, an era destroyed unsurely. A solemn act of weaning, a malicious act purely. Mountains give way, oceans part in calamity. Though a faith cannot say, there’s the feeling of amity. An endless fire dies, left by the sick and twisted. A prediction of lies, herding the weak to the wicked. I remain once involved, longing for her last look. A naive puzzle solved, scribbled hastily in a dusty book. With nothing living behind,the sun shines tempestuously. Longing to find, an angels breath held boundlessly. Searching inward to reveal,I’m but just another lost soul. Time moves forward forgetting to heal, a heart that is no longer whole. Hearing an existential voice, a shouting that echoes emptiness. A devastating choice, paving a way to cheerfulness. I hear an ungodly choir, singing only to me. A now extinct fire, laying at her effigy. The girl I remember, promised no one could hurt us. A subtle December, exposing a melting frozen truss. A harrowing escape, not deserving of trust. A grasp of the nape, turning all to dust.