I try to keep an open mind

and then without a doubt,

a single person slams it closed

and kicks idealism out.

I really want to believe,

that good is all around

but the images I see now

are certainly hell bound.

© Autumn Siders 2016

The anticipation of what

may be

leaves me missing what

has been

which makes me question what

will be

since maybe it’s not what

I want.

© Autumn Siders 2016

The day begins anew

or is it the day before

they all run together;

I’ve stopped keeping score.

–

Is this what it’s all about

repeating history over again

or is there some deeper worth

than atoning for our daily sin?

© Autumn Siders 2016

The flowers are all but dead

and yet a ghost of their beauty

still dances in my head.

–

I thought that water and sun

would be all that they need

to survive the ever burning heat

and not become weeds.

–

But now, the flowers are surely gone

and the grass that remains is burned

into some semblance of a lawn.

–

Like those flowers who didn’t make it,

my love for you needed more

since the burning heat of passion

burned your soul to the core.

© Autumn Siders 2016

I can certainly do it myself

and most times I do

because on one soul I can rely

and that surely isn’t you.

© Autumn Siders 2016

I tell myself that the secrets

and the sneaking around

are all necessary evils

so I don’t make a sound.

All the lies that are told

and the schemes that are made

are only for your benefit

and soon, they will all fade.

It seems like so much work

to trick and to deceive

but when we yell, “surprise,”

I hope that you don’t leave.

© Autumn Siders 2016