Pyrrhic Poem

The den of these desires

first formed on flames of fire

ran its course, now expires

This poem is its pyre

- Marcelo 

She crushed the core of me

She crushed the core of me

On to one thousand million pieces

we weren't meant to be

at least that's what she says

 

Now I, as so many before,

most slowly learn to cope

For I don't have her anymore.

For I've left all harbors of hope

 

-Marcelo 

 

Tomorrow is a day away

I bleed into this pages in black ink

as my mind and emotions find their sync

shame it is lately only of sorrow

perhaps I'll be more lucky tomorrow.

 

- Marcelo

Every day I die a little

Every day I die a little
as her memory fades away
someone plays me a tiny fiddle
as I grapple with my dismay

As my life keeps moving forwards
I risk my sorrows to amass
but I seek solace in this four words
That in its time,"this too shall pass"

Just like Gatsby chasing  Daisy
lost love is a trivial pursuit
It is choosing not to see
and when knowing truth to be mute.

- Marcelo