Hours
In the Darkest of Times
In the darkest of hours,
Light cannot be seen
With these eyes of ours,
Nor by ordinary means.
In the darkest of minutes,
Light can be seen inside;
It will guide us through labyrinths.
It is found where our spirit resides.
Eighteen Hours
Checking my email address
Your name popped out of nowhere
Never seen you anywhere
Couldn't put my mind to rest
You were just a stranger
But I was just braver
So I went on to try
Maybe there's reason why
We exchanged numbers
Chatted about our lives
Had a lot of drawn smiles
Don't know where we were
Three hours of talking,
You said I made you laugh hard
One hour of texting,
You said, "I'm looking forward"
Just when I thought you were the best
You proved me you were like the rest
For some reason, you apologized
For some reason, I do not know why
You left without notice
You left my world hanging
I tried to reach out
But you put me down
What did I do to make you change your mind?
Eighteen hours, I had hope
What did I do that you played like a child?
All those hours, I felt home
Maybe this is your usual game
Maybe you fool people this way
Breaking hearts in a blink
Drowning hopes as they sink
Eyes of serpentine
Don't count the flowers..
in the darkest of hours, we count the flowers..
we blink our eyes, & in countless seconds, they wither & die..
even the fragrance slips away.. the petals dry out, & make that sad crunchy sound..
did someone forget to change the water in the vase..?
maybe they never should of been put into a bouqet..
scatter the remains across a green field, you get down & kneel..
looking off into the horizon, you pray..
God why, why couldn't they of been saved...?
collapse into the grass, take a deep breath, at last..
your hands graze over the dead flowers, & clovers..
looking into the bleak sky, those eyes had nothing left to give..
so just cry.. this is the life you've lived.
no rain.. only clouds..
no light.. just that painful sound..
the wind caressing limp petals off the ground, to somewhere they can have inner peace.