Trysts with Disasters

 

Searching for disasters I set out on journeys unknown
and I return victorious with a chastised heart and bloody bones..
Picking stray thorns on the way I bejewel my crown
I hide my worries and straighten my frowns
things of beauty they seem at first
with the lavish promise of quenching my thirst
The thirst to belong...the thirst to recklessly laugh along
the slow approach towards being inevitably forlorn
It's sad how the thrill is lost to possessive shackles that bind
blasphemy seem the vows of  "ever thine ever mine"
As enticing they had appeared before...now they only repel
all that is left to be done is bid a pedestrian farewell
Debris here debris there debris everywhere
A wounded heart teases...whispering "who said disasters would be fair?"
I dare to say...that it is not what every soul masters
to emerge from the filthy wreckage of dancing with disasters
The bones heal and the heart too starts beating again
but sadly...the desire for a tryst can never be slain...