though we stand askew

the dreams we dreamt
by river and by sea
came delicately courting
with the flow;
before time gave us leave to count our days,
they perished in the unrelenting foam.
the times we spent,
my lover proving me,
in intricately intimate
crumbled beneath night's stern, unflinching gaze,
for love was gone before our joy was come.
the games we play,
with hearts in search of hopes,
are more than make-believe or
trick and treat.
their casual thorns burn sharp in human flesh,
their bleeding giggles deeper than skin deep.
we dare to pray
for easy rungs on ropes,
effortless goals to strive for,
ends to meet.
old rituals we kindle, oft afresh,
stale grudges camouflaged for easy keep.
the hours are spent,
time trickles from our grasp;
rough wrinkles mark the spot where
youth once played;
of brittle bones, on bended knees we stew,
scarce eyes to glimpse or ears to hear—undone.
we circumvent
the patience we should clasp,
complaining life is unfair,
too afraid
to stand for justice, though we stand askew
to face the music of our lives—alone.
© Copyright 2023 January 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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