Aftermath of Love WineNSarcasm: Looking back, you try to make sense of it all only to find there is none. One question leads to two...or three It becomes an endless search of whys and wherefores and what went wrong And then. Thank God the sobbing is over ! Those days and nights of heart-wrenching, lose-your-soul agony you thought would never end. Finally, dwindling to a more refined stoic, fake-it-through-the-day existence that serves you well until you're ready to drift off to sleep. But no more volcanos erupt forth from your soul with the force and anger and explosion of pain and grief that were, long ago, so unbearable... And no more fighting with the Fates. No more bargains. No more pleas. They are an uncaring lot...these Fates; for they care not of your emotions or anger or grief. They only know of what is. And there they stand, as sentrys on guard, to protect that which is and to make sure it remains as such. Time has now reached for your hand and leads you onward and, of course, you must follow. You will learn that time has a lot to offer..... (Edited by WineNSarcasm) | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |