Our Final Countdown
That which plagues us with this misery has long been developing
Its seed began in a memory long forgotten
In a time years ago when we believed ourselves to be living in something greater than ourselves
Now it has turned on us
It has become poisonous and deadly like a flower whose beauty only serves to enrapture its prey that it might maim and kill
Now I beg for a day for us
You and I as a family with the one around whom our lives revolve
And instead you invite others and leave me to myself
There is no shared time save in sleep
There are no words save those of anger and contrived vengefullness
Words of love are questioned with "What did you do"s and "What do you want"s
No more is there holding of hands when we walk
Gentle touches to shoulders in times of need are no longer given to comfort
Tears are no longer wiped away
There is such a vast distance it is becoming ever more difficult to believe it can ever be bridged
You claim a desire to solve our problems but do not allow the first steps to be taken
Conversations twist and turn in meandering dances round the core of it all
Painful words are repeated and used as weapons
Paired with threats borne of the fear of what comes next
This path leads only to darkness
Yet hope remains that darkness will again give way to light
For whether together or apart we must go on
January 19, 2003