There was a time when warm summer day’s lingered for ever and transitioned into pale blue moonlight before a soul could notes. A time when Love was cherished over all else. A time when the sky was a richer, deeper and more true blue, blue enough to induce melancholy sadness. It was when happiness was effortless the way it was meant. Today the winter wind blows cold and angry. Today is lonely. Today the most worthless and needless things are treasured. I cringe at the sight of beauty used for profit. Every salty tear that falls with soft and delicate sound weigh heavy on the mind. Every moment another someone’s heart is breaking. Tiny pieces scattered over the endless landscape of life. Good bye is agony. The dog days of life are gone.
By Thomas E8 years ago in Poets
Not all my brothers are biological. Only after many years spent together did we come to know each other as brothers rather than just close friends. Over the course of that time each of us hurt the others with careless insults and mean-spirited actions. Almost always when we tried to have fun we were only downing ourselves in alcohol and drugs trying desperately to rid ourselves of the unpleasantness of our exceedingly needful lives. From suffering together, the bonds of our brotherhood were forged. There were never any others for which I ever have felt such an affinity. No amount of time or space will ever separate us. At the start, there were four of us. Each of our mothers knew us as their sons and they were proud. Now only two remain. We carry on in honor and for reverence of our counter parts. There was a time when that family lived chiefly on the sustenance of love for one another and all other things were secondary. Those days are gone. Only my brothers and I remain loyal to each other unwavering even in death. The state of being alive is momentary. Love is eternities food. My brothers know who they are. I cherish them so that I refuse to give up their names. There is nothing I have or will ever gain from this God forsaken place we called home more valuable than them.
Love's Betrayal Disgrace, guilt, shame, pity, and sorrow. Happiness, joy, peace, reverence, and gratitude. All pass in moments too small to measure. Just as the whole of our lives are mere glimpses.
