You could have been a night in shinning armor
Protecting the damsel in distress from the ravages of the day
Instead you stood there while they dismantled what was left of me
Frozen like a bird in ice, not daring to look again in my direction
The pendulum has swung, Lancelot died, Merlin vanished
Just like the myths we created to warm an otherwise cold night
Who were you then? Who are you now?
I don’t think I’ll ever know the truth
Beneath the surface, barely scratched
Lies a man, I know exists
How to free him from the stone encasing his heart
To be what he could have been happy and loved?
That’s the questions yet to be answered
They keep rumbling in the background
Delaying my departure
JMProust© 2008
JMerlin
Wow, this is a powerful statement of hope and dispair.
Ushna Sardar
awesome!!!!!! huggles
mmargot
“you” he/she has the answer.
and the time.