Leaving On A Sour Note 12/4/06

every time i look at him,
hatred fogs my vision,
words are said that never should have been,
leading to more dissension.

he says some things,
i say more back,
and before we know it,
cursings all we lack.

back in my room,
remembering all i've said,
and knowing i hurt him,
though forgiveness sinks like lead-
never to return.

when next we meet,
shame may lightly show in our eyes,
but, ignored, we move on,
talking as if the nights before were lies.

suddenly again, troubled by the day's grief,
we come home and strive for comfort,
but it is not found,
and dust brushes away from the dirt-
that was always there.

till the cycle continues on,
to another day, never broken,
but one day does come,
when, through eachother's eyes, we do not sin.

a happiness comes,
as quickly as time passes,
and then it breaks,
with a poison to kill the masses-
and leave the world dead.

the cycle continued,
the poet wrote,
and we're back where we started,
leaving on a sour note