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Here's To Uncertainty
(a poem for the blinded heart)
I need a word, a verb-
My dreams of broken smiles.
Worthwhile it was but will it be
It burns and stings, shouts and sings
Until the hill of pain
Becomes a mountain,
A dying fountain- not of youth, but of love.
I need a cause,
To sink my claws in this whirlwind of our souls.
In control but praying to lose the sanity I’ve found.
I’m afraid I can’t keep you, can’t reap you
For your spirit I’ve never sown. Was never shown
The emotions behind your thoughts.
Only the chains and locks behind your knots.
Twisted curves of inky blots
Upon my wrist.
I need a reason, a season of pleasing
Apart from this desolate winter fantasy.
Your frost is too cold. Yes, I’m bold.
But remaking the first move’s got me twisted.
I’ve enlisted my heart,
Insisted I’ve given you as many signs
As your sidewalk will hold.
But you just drive by.
Or I’ll fly.
Away with the red lights, my fire dims.
Passion replaced by fury.
Sterile “I love yous” fuel fears of perjury.
Open-heart surgery and saline tears.
Prescriptions of indifference bleed bitter wounds dry.
Purged lies calm the tides.
Cast off your disguise
The devotion you claim.
I need a brave knight,
Or this dragon shall never be tamed.