going on

did your life plan come unhitched
the morning dawns rays promise much
the pills on the table left untouched
the mascara and the blusher brush

to hide the stress of past events
the liteny of gone days discontent
to look ahead and not behind
the acrid taste that love inbibed

your friends say one day at a time
to go on to a lonely night slumberland
the past that claws and leaves deep scars
tommorow cliffs and ropes frayed apart

to scale each day and not to fall
the cracks plastered on your hurt in your soul
 elevations of heartache and feel a fool
step into the future with a need to endure