Death in the Afternoon, Mr. Hemingway.

Thu, 02/22/2018 - 17:42 -- sarahc

Tall and foggy glasses, to endure the masses,

but still, it remains; my unseen disdain.

Pipe smoke decays to ashes; a symbol of my madness.

a great carnal stain no blessing has slain.

 

Lovers like travelers; they come and they go,

one after another, forever alone.

I gave to them what could only dream;

a facade of love, or so it would seem.

And in my dying hour, one final truth,

my love laid in dower, my last link to you

 

At the crossroad of now and forever

Is it too late to go back?

Our fates condemned us to be together

then watched us fade to black.

 

Should I amend my actions or watch as my life passes?

Is it worth the pain, to force a refrain?

Each new mistake amasses until I’m drowned in rapids.

Disordered constraints; I've lost both the reins.

 

If I'm a man of valiant bravery,

how do you cause such fear in me?

Was I cowered to run away,

to turn my head, and cause you pain?

And in my dying hour, one final truth,

My love laid in dower as my last link to you

 

At the crossroad of now and forever

Is it too late to go back?

Our fates condemned us to be together

then watched us fade to black.

 

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