Staring, watching
Grains of sand descend
Hands of time drudge ever onward
Hoping for this moment’s end
When all around us rushes by,
We’re frozen in spectation
Not good enough to join
Ixnayed participation
As Lovelorn, we erect ourselves
Outside gates of Romance
Long for more than voyeurism
We wish for our own chance
“Everyone deserves love”
At least, that’s what we’ve been told
Never even fathoming
That line was foolish gold.
Grip gilded thoughts ever tighter,
We’ll find this love someday,
Watch sun and moon rise and fall,
... Nothing comes our way
The carrot dangling before us
Will soon be in our mouths
But feet stomp in futility
Fatigue knocks us down
Everyone around us,
Indifferent to our pain,
They have another hand to hold,
Our feelings not the same
Through the looking glass, we see
Kisses and smiles galore
Back in our own realities
Silence of the Ignored
We cling to those stories
Told by Hollywood
Love appears eventually
Just sit down and be good
While everyone around us
Pursued the love they sought
Wondering, wondering ...
Was our patience all for naught?
But if we deviated,
We garnered no success,
So some of us resigned ourselves to
Failure on that quest
Some of us stand strong
Hope is all we have
We caress that wispy feeling
Despite appearing daft
Though few keep us in their thoughts,
We stride on ... hoping
That we can shed dejectedness, and see
Love surpasses secondhand emotion.
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Romantically Incorrect
PuisiBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
