Times fated events unwind,
into a sea of uncertainty,
a knock at the heart's door-
a remnant of the past,
mean't for shocking instability;
of the small bliss attained
in the time which we stand alone.
What is the meaning of all this?
The surfacing of hidden emotions,
supposedly locked away in vaults,
the guilt of the young life, decisions made blindly-blinded by love in the darkest degree.
"If it could go wrong it will"
Is that not the truest of avenues?
Does that not apply to the pyramid of thorns
prickling the blood from this heart
falling inevitably to the floor?
When shall the darkness lift, the sun to shine upon this soul,
the memories are so much, so much is this life.