They said that you must lie on the bed you make
You have to face the consequences of the actions you take
It's Karma at its best, taking you through the test
And for some of us...we will never rest
They say it can be a bed of roses
Maybe it could be a bed of boards
How about a bed of stand stone
Or in my case...a bed of nails
So I can not lie on this bed that I have made
I think it's too much and I think it's unfair
After all, the decisions were not all mine to make
So why should the consequence be mine alone to bear
They say it's one bed you make
But it's not one decision that brought you here
Neither do all decisions lead to the same place
Is it bed or beds or is it all the same
Maybe it's one bed with many layers
Reflecting both the good and bad choices made
Some layers are like feathers, while others like nails
While some are like water, they leave you gasping for air
So I lie here on the bed of my actions
Remembering my past mistakes
Unable to move a muscle
As I slowly suffocate...
Without a purpose, without a plan, swept away in whichever direction the wind blows...no footprints in the sand, no memorable actions, just a simple, faceless man.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Monday, December 18, 2017
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Weed
Maybe you are the consequence of my past actions
The debt owed for my indiscretions
There was no forgiveness of sin
The price had to be paid, and from within
You were a bridge I should have burned
The one lesson I should have learned
But I hoped against hope that this would last
Forgetting that I was a prisoner of the past
I should have known that you were out of my league
I should have remembered the curse of my reality
The one that will haunt me eternally
That you are the flower and I am the weed
Monday, December 4, 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
In The Moonlight...
The moon caressed your skin as you stood there gazing into the ocean
The wind howled as it danced with your hair
It brought me your aroma as it released you from its hold
I breathed you in deeply, closing my eyes, as I lost myself in your fragrance
I can feel you drawing closer as the air shifted to accommodate your presence
Your silhouette coming into focus but I haven't opened my eyes
I can hear you speak but you haven't uttered a word
I can feel your kiss upon my lips but you haven't touched me yet
Now I lie awake in the aftermath of it all
Wondering how you had survived the fall
I still think of our tumultuous time
When I was yours and you were mine
I never wanted to push you away
I didn't know there was another way
I wish I could have held you for a little while longer
I wish I could have been a little more stronger
But in the end what is done can not be undone
There's no returning to the place where we once were
The writing was placed on the wall
Now there's no time for a last call
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