Goodbyes said in too much haste,
with regrets in shades of grey.
Repressed anger and frayed emotion
with promises broken, for reasons only seen
through rose-coloured glasses,
on the faces of nameless people.
Days in monotone, clouded with desire and
the hope of disquise, given by the marionette
with no strings.
Screaming the answers we need to hear, but
still the lonliness is felt, in a room filled with
bodies with no souls.
The acrid smell of desperation is so potent, as
to take away our breath, and leave us gasping
for the very air we breathe.
Saturated in the belief that torment is all encompassing,
and our free will is locked in a Pandora's box,
struggling with ego and self pity.
Too much to deal with, and set aside in rows
of matchbox cars, and only played with when
Life is as sudden as a tempest on the horizon,
or as drawn out as a mindgame of chess, with
too many pieces in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, is what I feel and suddenly, is how I
will react when finding where I need to be.
Done so with optimism and the regularity of
a cocks crow in the morning light.
Suddenly as a babies first cry, to the last sigh
we leave this world with, sugarcoated with
moments forgotten and the surety that
we will live on.