Life's Waltz

In the midst of the storm there comes a time
when reality will stop on a dime.
The ghosts of the past will come in your dreams,
and nothing will ever be what it seems.
Your friends will leave-it’s what they always do.
They don’t want to help you-that’s nothing new.
You find yourself in a familiar place.
All things once held dear…vanished without a trace.
 
Now that you’re in mourning the bells will chime.
The sound announcing the arrival time
of fate, sadness, despair, and their mad schemes
to which darkness only echoes their screams.
Mixed in are echoes of reality,
growing with some sense of normality.
You look around the world trying to see-
trying to understand what's meant to be.
 
Gazing through life's window you know you’ll find
the way you want your life to be defined.
The beauty and merriment of it all
makes it look like a titillating ball.
Life does a merry-go-round on your heart.
It’s like a waltz in common time you start,
but you don’t like the melody you hear
because the song reminds you the end is near.
 
To speak to people you are disinclined,
because you know they’re only being kind.
They look you in the eyes to see you bawl,
or look away ashamed to see you crawl.
Once again you find yourself all alone
acting as if you’re trying to atone
for everything you wanted to become.
However, you know to defeat...you succumbed.
 
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 music for the Aug. 2014 contest this poem was entered in.