The Final Second in the Sun

There are times when letting go is best for health and keeping what little sanity is left. This poem is a testament to the last moment before the fall--divorce.

Towers of guilt loom over the city of

Self deceit…

I am immersed in the clouds that hold

Me down

Screaming and crying to be set free

From this delusion of freedom.

Lies are caught in the peripherals

In the allies of paranoia,

And their shadows haunt me now

With ghostly memory�"

Whereas once,

They gave me the best friend I ever had…

A friend that was genuine, kind and true.

I am now a disorder to his heart,

Growing like a malignant tumor,

And spreading like the new fire in my eyes�"

Setting the sickness aflame in my own spirit

By halting the lies with lack of presence.

I push,

He pushes back,

And we are free falling

Into the arms of our own fate

Once more,

Surrounded by the sun sparks of truth

Rather than the stagnant animosity that

Has held us captive for so long.

I hate to see the rain coming

Down on Him,

But he must grow now.

I have done enough.

This is our final second in the sun.

Author's Note

Any thoughts on this would be appreciated. Discussions are also very welcome.

Reviews

[Amy]

This is a very powerful write. It is amazing how the heart changes. How our perceptions change. How things that once were could never be again. It is sickening, "growing like a malignant tumor."

This is interesting: "Lies are caught in the peripherals
In the allies of paranoia." Though not entirely focused upon the lies are there creating a sense of paranoria that inevitablly cannot be avoided.