Tap Dancing on the Moon

"The Worst Is For The Best"

They say it's all for the best.

Well, I hope they're right,

Because I know I won't be getting any rest again tonight.

The days of the week all blur into one long nameless, sleepless night.

The trauma of last year bleeds into the next, seamless,

Rehashing the rage against the dying of the light.

The same blood as before, the same tears as before,

I hate to admit it, but they got past me, snuck through the door.

I try to scale the fence that you erected between us

But I am caught in barbed wire, cut, branded by rust.

The engraving in my skin says this is really the end.

There will be no "again."

They tell me it's all for my own good.

They tell me everything happened as it should.

So I tell myself I'm better off alone, that at least this way I can't be hurt.

But I'm not, and the memories still inflict fresh injuries.

"The worst is for the best."

"The worst is for the best."

"The worst is for the best."

I practice saying it as if reciting for a test.