In a heated moment,
red hatred, wrapped in loud words, take flight.
Pain cuts the heart, with its invisible razors,
A wounded soul aches in heavy darkness.
Apologize? Perhaps, someday.
A beautiful girl,
might spend her whole life,
waiting for a prince,
who, will pursue her, with courage.
Approach? Perhaps someday.
A growing child, within every blink,
pulling away, pulling away,
moments are slaughtered, under times blade,
the battle for a pause, is lost.
Accept? Perhaps someday.
An unnamed year, floats among stars,
it holds veiled day, under an orange horizon,
it hangs in the mist, like a lost blue balloon, dancing in the air,
An unclaimed hour, like a rattlesnake hidden under a brown rock,
Seconds, with its yellowed teeth, eats minutes.
Death? Someday, Indeed.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert