(c) Nicole F. Hall 2004
When it's all been said?
Shall I relive the pain and
Recount the dread?
The task of writing new words
In a different way
When "here we go again"
Is what they all seem to say.
Analyzing life
With analogous pose
Living a death
Like a crumbly black rose
Desperately seeking
Problem's solutions
Seeking to escape
The lifelong pollution.
A never-ending cycle
Of climactic events
Recollection of the highs
And lifetime repents.
The higher we climb
The greater the fall.
Clutching to safety
In between it all
Experience the passion
But they are the ones
My world is not fashioned.
So instead of living
Where life seems calm
I allow my lust
To sing her song
Of her valleys so low
Without which peaks can't exist
And the grandeur of love
Lives only where pain also persists.
Since great love is defined
by the extent of the hurt
I tend to be brave
With disaster I flirt.
My goal is to taste
The nectar of love
The passionate desire
Of rising above
All of the sorrow
That fills up the grave
But the emotions are Master
And I am their slave.