For Karen

You claimed not to succumb
on trials that life brings
I am at awe at your belief
tarnished with experience
and the ideals that exist
were coated with rust.
You lived by the time
moving forward without
no second glance
taking trials as challenges
a wall enough to be conquered.

You cry at the simple things
I love you when you ride
the tides of my sorrow
not understanding
the depths of the emotion
yet yearning for a smile
which the contrary
often corrodes with torture
at its peak.

I wish you the fairy tales
that we used to shed
senseless tears
I wish you the world
who condemned our ways
May it be proven wrong
and our beliefs were
actually true.




17-10-2013