One Last Dance

One last dance with her memory,
one last twirl to the song not played
with yet another tear to fall
another tear is shed in dismay.
The dance takes place in the shadows
of a regret to never be forgotten,
a whiff of the stench that permeates,
a memory of an opportunity spoiled and mistake rotten.
He moves his feet from side to side
in step with the song to remind.
He searches for a repentance unnecessary
and an illusive peace he can't find.
His arm reaches around the waist
to rest on the back of her ghost,
a hip he would give all the world to feel,
the soul he misses the absolute most.
The music goes as if in slow motion,
yet, like her life, quickly flies by
in the moment where two souls feel each other
to show one another both are still alive,
his feet take him in circles around
no longer shackled by embarrassment's chains
while the circle carries him away from the lot
and into the field, the vessel-filled plains.
The music finally manages to cease
as the moment in which he reveled is rendered dead
just in time to step at her once dancing feet
and to brush over, to say goodbye to her marble head.

Ultimate Fall

I'm disappointed.
I'm let down
with nothing seen
when I look around.
No one to pick
me off the ground,
only the echoing
of my body's hitting sound,
I can't seem to find
just what I need
to nourish these innards,
to successfully feed.
Needs not met,
wants not solved,
passions not quenched,
nothing resolved,
only a selfish being
remaining after all
and only tears to accompany
on the ultimate fall.

Your Great Triumph

Pull my tears out,
yank them by the threads
until you feel you pulled enough
and you have left me for dead.
Scream at the top of your lungs
to have the fire within me build
until it begins to consume me,
until the point has sunk into my head, is drilled.
Stand there and listen
for the cry you worked so hard for,
for the pain you pushed me
as hard as you could toward.
Stare into my eyeball
to see the moisture building
as I try to stop it,
the stream that comes, unwilling.
Turn your back on me
as you have your great triumph,
as you have me on my knees,
just what you said you want.
Take a lap for victory's sake,
the hardest worked-for victory yet,
the moment you promised yourself
that you would always get,
then finally walk away and leave me here
in my most vulnerable moment in time,
with only pain, starvation,
loneliness, and depression, all mine.

Dark Parade

The rain pours
on a dreary day,
yet another mark
of depression come their way.

They gather together,
they gather around,
the ones who live near
and others from other towns.

Seeing each other
is usually a pleasure
but today is no celebration
due to a lost treasure.

As some file in
others file out -
tears are shed
and sadness without a doubt.

They talk of a journey
that has now finished
as well as a legacy
that will ne'er diminish.

They speak of the morrow
and the dark parade
that rain will follow
from eyes under shade.

They know the grief
will follow them there
from which they will not
soon be spared.

They console each other
out of shear selfishness
so as to not be alone
with spirits and souls that need caressed.

This agony goes on
as eyes perspire
and tear glands can't
help but tire.

Their souls pray
for rest from depression
as their hearts sink
deeper into this recession.

They wish it were all
but a dream
so they could awake
and see hope's gleam.

Alas!
They close their eyes
and pray for their nightmare
to collectively end
and for their reality to be repaired.

Dry Your Eyes

Please don't cry.
Please allow that eye
to again become dry.
I can't stand by
as, inside, you die,
without me contributing to the lie.
I can't allow you,
in all of life, to
quit on what you do.
We both knew
you would get blue
but you are one of the strong few.
Now is not when to go
or even to go with the flow,
as we both know,
but you must say no
to all the crow
even when it gets you low.
You will rise above
with a supporting love
that raises you on the wings of a dove,
as, the distractions, you will shove
like a ball with a glove,
down to the ground as you say enough.
You need more praise
especially on these days,
for the constant craze
that will not phase
or set a blaze
to how much your resilience continues to amaze.
I promise I
will always stand by
and never fail to try
to lift your spirits high,
to show a faith in you that will never die
and to remind you of the awaiting prize,
for my devotion
will always be your potion
to bring a happier emotion,
no matter what negative notion
may be in motion
amidst your head's commotion.
However, take this by the letter,
things will get better
as, together, we lift this fetter.
You, my eternal go-getter,
will never allow any other
to make you their debtor.
No matter what was said
you know in your head
the detractors will become dead
as you will be happy with the life lead
with your own negativity put to bed,
and neither of us with any more tears to shed.