I don't think I ever posted this one but if I did then I apolgize for doing it again. I am of the belief that we never truly get to know one another and that even husbands and wives know perhaps only a small percentage of each other. The reasons for this are manifold. Even those of us who are considered jovial and carefree have storms that rage within us that we fight our entire lives to quell.
Sometimes the storm wins and slowly emerges from deep within us, unbidden and unstoppable. When that happens it takes its toll on those that are the closest to us. The irresistable rage finally surfaces and we are powerless to stop it and so we sit back and watch it destroy all that means anything to us while we take the blame for its carnage.
Love's Demise
I see it now that I'm slowly killing you
Eyes once bright are dimming under a troubled brow
Once they sparkled like magical morning dew
But alas, gone is the fire and ashes be there now
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My heart cries but no sound my lips do make
Part of the curse that lies deep and dark within
Futilty and its brother despair do make my soul quake
As they wage great and desperate war my essence to win
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For some death comes quickly and in great haste
While still others die not altogether all at one time
For these he creeps forth slowly, his time he does take
I fear that this is my fate, he takes away what was once mine.
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How could you understand since I cannot describe
For what purpose the anger rages within my anguished mind
So with heavy heart and wide puzzled eyes
You endure my wild ranting and try to be kind
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Through the years I have waited in vain
For that which was mine to come my way
While I've waited for the sun, I have endured the rain
Suffered the eternal night while praying for day
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In the end when this futile and senseless fight
Is laid to rest beneath the everlasting night
Think not ill of the one who's pitiable life
Was fraught with anguish, filled with strife
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The French Knight
-Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it-