The Grand Poetry

We wrote grand poetry together
Believing it could last forever
Nonetheless here I am, years later
With poetry on paper
Pages slowly decaying away,
Alone this time I read
This time with my poems in disarray
Or without ink on pages to bleed
No, this time I came back
Not with thoughts so black
But to take a step back into bliss
To find the happiness I miss
Into the past I receded
But with empty words I pleaded
I found that in conclusion
My mind was entangled
I faced disillusion
My sight became differently angled
Each poem, doted upon despair
Not upon happiness or thy looks so fair
Page after page I turned
Into my mind, the poetry burned
Words written by our fingers
Every poetic prose
On the paper still lingers
How every word flows
Now the lit match beside me was raised
Near the work we once praised
From it flame flowed onto words gray
Soon they faded away

(c) Bret Sears – 2007