Circular Swirl

Round and round it goes
evading the grasp.
It goes down the drain
escaping hands and imagination,
unable to be gathered alas.
The pain is unbearable
as the insufferable anguish resides.
The moment goes down
in this circular swirl
on the most painful ride.
The drain consumes
what once so inspired
while a mind, the dreamer
who conceived the concept
is now too tired.
The concept so unique
is now so far gone.
Now also is drowned
any aspiration to continue
or want to go on.
The drain can eat
that which is wanted
while mind, body, and soul,
along with spirit and will,
will forever now be haunted.

Blindsided

You think you have it
until it slips through your fingers.
You try to brush it off
but the pain lingers.
Excitement flows abundantly
until the news breaks
at which point joy's drought
begins to drain optimism's lake.
Happiness that hours ago
overflowed and could not be contained
now only has remnants
of positive thoughts that remain.
Hopes for the future
that we never had before
are now dashed from our minds
as our hearts seem to have shut their door.
With only each other
to turn to in moments like now,
we try to pick up the pieces in what inexplicably happened somehow.
We thought we had it
until it slipped through our hands
as now our heads drop down
and our minds must establish a new plan.