When Lover's Quarrel

Arguments move like a rushing tide pressing forward over the sand where nothing stays when it pulls back in retreat swallowed by the ocean of our lives It's there the heart is wounded fighting for each breath, to survive Where time, now a memory came and went When voices were loud without care or reflection nor concern for value or response To win and stay defiant with pride as love tries to keep from drowning in a sea of reason, each tries to exploit using emotion as a tip of a spear thrust into the heart, to wound with utter madness for a triumph that does't exist when lover's quarrel over nothing of importance but, the realization that love has already glided away on the winds of apathy Leaving only screams from failure that echo in the heart's chamber where shadows hide in despair retreating like the tide with nothing left, but two wounded hearts trembling in the lonely cold before night falls 3/2/17 Contest Lover's Quarrel