THE AFFAIR

The Affair

An affair is like the jolt received when you touch an electric wire.

It slams you with its energy, and makes of you a liar.

It fills your mind with hopes, and dreams, and makes you think so new.

It steps upon the petals of love while you ponder what to do.

Some may take that leap of faith, and charge blindly it’s forbidden gate.

Assuming they, a bright new day, they find foundations formed in hate.

The pages turn, and soon you learn the story is almost the same.

But never quite, what you held last night, for it is built on shame.

“Why didn’t you call, you don’t care at all?” the fuel of former decit.

The curving arc, of your heart so dark, tells of hopes yet not complete.

With weight so great, stumbling steps you take, as strewn paths you halting hike.

It is not they, who fail your day, for in truth you are all that you don’t like.

That one, this one, those yet to be, for surely you must continue to try.

Oh set me free, make me happy, while in the shadows they sofly cry.

Rushing, in your sadness, for that soulmate you think may set you free.

The chains are yours, and their lock secures that which shall never be.

Realize the folly, as peoples lives you volley, others joy be not your toys.

Society, so sage you see, condemns, oh boys, will be boys.

The end so dear, with your life not clear, it’s pieces shattered by the lies.

Their trust, and dreams, sundered by your schemes, eternity echoes their endless cries.

No, it was not someone else’s chore to give you more, and fulfill all that you do seek.

It was not your job, others to rob, but into your own heart you should peek.

The oath you heard, and you gave your word.

Can it’s meaning be so small?

Yes, your word, and the others heard, your claim of what you be.

A lie spoke light, doesn’t make it right, you’re not what you seem, you see.

If your word be not as good, as it really should.

Then I fear that tells the tale, in the world of good, and evil, the test you did just fail.