Destined for Disaster
"There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness but of power.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love."
This Montage of memories, somehow frozen in time
Speechless despair, guttural pain of mine
Tragic hero of Shakespearean martyrdom
Last call for self-sacrifice...True love find home.
From Maslow to Aristotle, seemingly overnight
Fear of the unknown, suddenly frozen with fright.
So count your blessings and cherish your world
Gusting winds of change: quite revealing when unfurled.
True Love on the Mend… True Love Destined to End.
Yet still, I hold it dear, hidden deep within my heart
'Fore I pray, but just once, be it miles; lest we part
To glimpse at one’s soul,
a weakness; this power,
In times of doubt,
I weep as I cower.
Hopeless Romantic your fool is your master
For true Love is destined to end in disaster
So for now,
with Love as my key,
These shadows... you see
...Are merely silhouettes
Destined to be set free.
To be, or not to be:
that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms
against a sea of troubles,...