The Emotions

I lie in bed and look at the ceiling above;
And contemplate its relationship to these four gray walls.
I try to calm the storm raging in me;
But the past, the present, the future, calls and calls and calls.

For a season ours was full of great expectations;
With a joining of two minds, two souls, two hearts, we were sure would last.
But like all things that become taken for granted;
Our union changed to misery, becoming a part of my now tortured past.

I close my eyes, held tight in my new lover's arms;
And for the moment I feel again, for me, things can and will be pleasant.
Despite feelings of bitterness, remorse, anger and hurt;
With you here by my side, I, at least have love, now in the present.

Opening my eyes, I smile at my immediate destiny;
And wonder if our love will be a love that through time can endure.
I can't help but look to the gray wall that has the door;
And pray it will never be closed, making the past a part of my future.

So I lie here, caught between love and hate;
In a room surrounded by these nondescript four gray walls.
And try to escape the turmoil of my emotions;
But the past, the present, the future, calls and calls and calls.

Fox

© Fall 1991