Saving Grace

Alone,
I wiped the raindrops off the coffin
And dropped a flower in my dead dreams.
Have I not grieved enough?

Answers,
Were delivered as I looked
At the graves of all the promises I broke.
Grief was the shards twisting my resting hours.

Doomed
As light enticed me like moths to a flame
It stung how your eyes gave so much sunshine
Why did it hold such allure?

Wondrous
like a child, curious like a cat
You were an illusionist, I was a believer;
Fed with fantasy, poisoned in a bitter reality

Cold
Under the drizzle of a brewing storm,
Flood drew my roots off a melted ground
Am I slipping away?

Imagine
How blood generously gave warmth
When drawn by touching the sharpest scythe,
Left you cold when it was caressed deep in your soul.

Mad
That I am no longer a favorite
For not thriving in a preconceived reality.
Will I strike another deal?

Bargained
The castle in the air,
The future we envisioned together
In exchange for a piny relief, I screamed defeat

Loved
The comfort sadness had given
When the suffering was far from forgiving.
was it my best friend?

Monsters
They made to frighten, now a company
to my dark days lovingly combing the frays.
Taming brittles, praising strands from falling astray.

Cursed
The heavens in my mind deceiving -
A cove as life served punishments.
What coddles me after?

Entranced
By how a mirage cradled my entirety
Into safety when the other side of me was in shambles.
My vision now snapshots of dull colors, a house full of horrors