Soliloquy

A Poem by mathiasthom

Hard to fathom,
how an inconsequential,
inanimate object,
started a series of events,
spiraling out of control...

Watching the last rays of sunlight
filter past the clouds,
shades of reds,yellows,pinks
brightening up the sooty walls and crevices,
of the crumbling landscape
Below, the cars rush by,
living arteries of flowing transport

Never to have that commitment ceremony
that we've both been planning
down to the most minutest detail,
Guess at this point,
it really doesn't matter
Never was one to get all dressed up,
suffocating in some penguin suit
too much starch in the collars,
under such close scrutiny of family and friends

Gazing into the bathroom mirror
Shocked at the face staring back,
sunken cheeks,skin just stretched
over a hidden skull,
that seems ready to break free
from beneath its confinements

All in a row,
like stationary little soldiers
multiple bottles of medicine,
useless pharmaceuticals,
which did more harm than good...

I was nothing but a number,
a projection,
a little smudge of ink
on some statistical chart
profit and loss,
these scales only weigh me down...

Now never to breathe in your scent
Surrounded by your clothes
just to remind me,
of what could have been...

Roses were always your favorite flower,
Royal, majestic, so righteous
well, I leave this solitary
black, thorny rose,
my final soliloquy...