A Bolero of Failure

Suffering through the reveries of another unkempt day

The melodies of yesterday still dig at my ears
Worming deep tunnels into darker pageants of prose and refrains

Words fall onto the yellowed pages of my soul
Often bothersome with the rhythms of just out of tune chords

The folly of the careless orchestra suffers me greatly

The tempo of time so unfairly in sync counting down forever to an awing crescendo of my darkest passions

Fleeting words as ghost notes betray my hands, echoing my minds torment

Lost in the after thought of the coda
Silence begets the broken man

Peace at last upon the page