April 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
When you’re alone at night, watching footpaths rush by,
The rain like pellets across your windscreen, the wind a hurricane,
Remember back to when there was still fire in the sky,
The days of coloured dawn, not dusks,
Early morning mists of our sweet July
And wonder what will remain
Of that day that you have fled;
A crumbling home in the dust,
A swiftly unbinding thread –
And am I to simply pick up pieces,
Or to wonder of all you’ve said
From your already broken, forsaken trust?
Remember the better days as I weep,
Scrutinizing all of my mistakes:
I’ll blame you for the restless sleep
And the anguish of a heartbreak
That’s furrowed too deep
And your drive is reason for the heartache.
Day 4 of NaPoWriMo is a form called Genesis.
This one was a pretty difficult rhyme scheme to attempt but the lack of syllable constraints was a good breather from the Choka of yesterday!