The Balancing Act

                It was you or me, Who cut it in a spree? There is a numbness spreading, Ruthless and speeding. The softness and patience, Lay crushed by the rough defiance The passion and need, Vaporized indeed Long ago that candle was aglow, Left to turn all wax and dark in the blow Only visible are the flaws, That at the heart claws. Loneliness and wounds daunts Unfulfilled promises haunts Memories will languish With loss and anguish…. So, it was you or me Who cut it in a spree?

      The glow worms scuttled through the dark, Leaving a glitter of light and spark heart waited with bated breath, to see the sun hug the earth On the flowing blue sea the dainty dreams sauntered, Longingly looking at the orange clouds gathered Though the splash of salty tears along the lids flowed, It ebbed when the light of dusk on the sea shells glowed Somewhere along the journey, along the high and low tide The warmth seeped off and lay cold on the side Little hopes bubbled along, sometimes feeble sometimes strong Edging off mirages, clinging on with patience for so long……