It's for the Best

Another day

without a say

as June slowly turns to May.

Toiled years

sweat-caked fears

paint a smile to hide the tears.

Each night we wake

to hearts that ache

bent until they finally break.

Eyes turned west

the Sun may rest

but not the fire within his chest.

It's for the best.

"Here lies the king of a crumbling empire."

Carved in stone by the rain-soaked liar.

Memories lost inside a fragile mind.

Lock and key he'll never find.

It's for the best.

A splendid fate

for love, we hate.

Dragged down to the ocean floor

seeking promises of something more.

Higher may the winds lift me.

Far beyond the ocean guide me.

Cleanse this darkness trapped inside

before I've nowhere left to hide.

Wounds from wars never fought.

Ever short of heavens sought.

Weary for a moments rest

reads the grave of the man obsessed.

"Here lies the king of a crumbling empire."

Carved in the flesh of the rain-soaked liar.

Memories burned into his fragile mind.

Lock and key he'll never find.

It's for the best.

Reviews

[Andrew Bishop]

Wow, great poem! I bet you do poetry for a living! I hope I could be a poet too!