Love's Treason

In time, regret chooses whether 

To soothe pain or embellish it. That death is a mere breath in the illusion that darkness is not the final conclusion.

We take moments to appreciate life, lost for the passion inside that cannot translate to actions in real time.

Stuck within a endless cycle, 

Lost for words, missing the worth in trying. 

Making this world feel something more than survival, 

Reminded of the constant denial,

More than dust, more than a memory, 

More than the envy that sits inside my enemy.

What goal could make me be more than what I used to be, 

A cost for existing.

Love is such a hefty fee. 

We pay our fines, to be pardoned of this burden,

We're missing in edge wise, smoothing over each fault with a shot of Bourbon. 

Maybe the mistake was fighting back from within, 

For our demons lie in the deep end,

And the demand of euphoria,

Leaves me without reason, 

A mere dot on the mark of 

Love's Treason.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Another fantastic piece of work! Your wording and placement is terrific.
I can feel the deep emotions you put forth in your writes. I enjoyed reading your work
and look forward to more, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!