What Now

this rusty, red dagger no longer burns

turning each day at twelve on the exact same spot

scraping across my bludgeoned stance of well meaning intentions,

maybe I'm used to the strain

of side-stepping blood clots while making my way

down this bristling, yet familiar place

fumbling and tumbling as my world continues to 

implode.

families grow 

relationships play out

situations emerge

and I?

here with some semblence of self

memories are missing 

laughter is rare,

love wears a disguise each time it glances my way,

pathetic expectations

doled out on Tuesday

forgotten by Wednesday

what has become of it all

no easy answers

no cute, clever quotes

life should be lived

and not squandered away 

chasing some prolonged feeling of hope,

hope for tomorrow

tomorrow is a lie

there is no tomorrow

for tomorrow we die

Reviews

[Perdition]

Now you're talking to the page and it beats like real. Fingers snapping~

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, my poetic friend from across sea and land.... ;-)

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, serah for your deeply appreciated comments.


I think one of the most horrifying realizations is realizing that not everyone cares about you in the same fashion or way that you care towards them, in fact, some don't even care at all. Not that it makes a difference in the love you give, but it's simply the realization that they don't care....what a concept.

Wishing you well.

Will be by soon,

alisa ;-0

[Alisa Js]

Hello Jacob,

Thank you for your comments.

Like the line in the Matrix...

'there is no spoon'

Certainly something to think about, eh?

alisa

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:: this is a brilliant piece, sweet alisa... it's excruciating but brilliant... the truth is like that... excruciating and yet brilliant... or so i think... :: i lost my laughter for almost six years... and i was just unable to rescue it until i let go of the parts of me that had died during those six years... it was super tough to do that but it had to be done... this piece reminds me of where i was just before i let go... i would not be able to look forward to the next day, let alone the next week, month or year... i was spiritually future-less (my word)...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this...there is no tomorrow...it is a lie...we must live for today and maybe without expectations...because we will be let down for sure.
and memories will be missing, just like a part of our heart.