Lost in the moment
I’m not sure who I am
Where I’m going
Stuck between worlds
Between Loves
Each a foreign land

Each one an expression
Frozen in time
Can’t let the moment go
Cant be free in my mind

Lost in the moment
I’m not sure who I am
Where I’m going
Stuck between worlds
Between Loves
Each a foreign land

I know it’s wrong but
Each feeling ls a void
A hole in my soul
That needed a hand

I revile in the joy of it all
Each face, each verbal caress
All summed up in a fullness
I can’t readily express

The darkness has risen
From my continence
The light shined on me
A solace for my tortured mind

Pondering the inevitable
Crash after soaring to those
Lofty heights, fallen expectations
Of a future of promise… now loss

Yet torn asunder by fate
Each moment ticked by
With dread anticipation
Of the reckoning to come

When the truth a rogue power
Will signify the clarity
Hidden by my selfish fear
That to let go would bring loneliness
Again

Moral dilemma, immoral choice
Four souls held tight, their unknowing
A mirror to reflect true emotion to avoid
The dark illusion of a relationship, a bond
Divided, separated in pieces
Hearts

Each fragile like glass, a moment of Impropriety could shatter it all
A clarity would force an action
To remove the peace, to remove the
Calm assurance that if you lose one
More remain, spirits of night

Made plain in the coming dawn
Until the hard truth will be all that remains
Stark, empty, loneliness
And the pain. Broken you earn your own reality.

Forced to release them all in a wave of grief. Of knowing, I can’t avoid the coming
Storm
The tempest of my own soul
Torn asunder by the act

Of acknowledging I am the cause

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe