A Sad Poem for Everyday

This is a sad poem for everyday;

A verse to an epic

Written off, crossed out, rewritten, rephrased and edited

Without ending, dragging on and on like Arabian Nights.

The muse, our endless argument,

Inspiration – past mistakes,

Fuel - your shattered confidence.

The audience, the victim – us

And many of ourselves who keep to themselves -

Imaginary, old flame, and yet to be explored games.

We do a closed reading every night

In a congregation of half dreams.

New applause, new appreciation, a resolution

And back to a new verse again.

We've had enough happiness, let’s call it a day!

Another long distance call, another argument,

Recall of our mistakes, me shattering your confidence,

And just rounding up hopefully by me forgetting all about it next morning and

You, threatening with no love.

January 05, 2011