Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 27th of September.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 27th of September.

The rise and fall of life,
Giving itself
To the easy hurt.
The lies you tell,
To fool yourself,
When the path to love
Is strewn with dirt.
The top and tail of it.
Makes no sense.
Nothing in this world
Belongs to you.
Even your fear
Is sold back, second hand,
In reflections
Of yourself in another’s eyes.
But one thing you do know,
For sure,
The last time
You felt safe
Was before your birth.
And now you realise
What that was worth.

When the burden of life
Is a weight
Too heavy to take.
A chain
Around your heart
Too entangled to find the break.
When looking back
Is a series of rusted tales.
The truth,
Bent to suit the path of change.
And the link, to all that
Comes to pass
Is rearranged.
When what you become
Is just a whisper
Of what you might have done.
A memory
Of all that seeped away
Between the cracks
Of what might have been
A rattling good story.
That ends in glory.
Oh happy day.