Poetry Week!

The White Elephant

The old gate stands alone

Its dignity encroached on by wayward shrubbery

Cast into an all encompassing shadow

By tree branches intertwining densely above

It is still prestigious

Even in its decrepit state

The gate is a white elephant

The last symbol of the elegance and chivalry of past generations

It is Miss Emily

And above all else

It is the final remnants of Tara

Its decaying wood a statement on society

What it was

And what it never will be again

Its sophistication alluding to its former splendor

Now only the raw bones remain

Showing the devastation of modern society

The old gate stands alone

A glimpse into the grandeur history

Influential

Unattainable

Lost  

The Treadmill

You jumped on in front of her

Everyone knowing we weren't allowed

The machine beeped as you pushed it higher

When you tripped

I could do nothing

I was so close

But was still so far away

You crashed into her

Taking her feet out from under her

She flew off

Time suspended as I watched her fly through the wall

I will never forget that sound

I cried so much it saved both of you from getting in trouble

Your welcome

Silence

I’m sorry
I should have given you the choice

Looking back

Its so easy to say

I should have done this

But back then
I knew

It was right

And that you couldn’t  

And shouldn’t have to

Handle my mess

I thought

It was better

To hurt you then

And save you

From a hopeless situation

And an unbearable pain later on

You thought I was heartless

But I was heartbroken

Sick with regret

Guilt stricken

Wanting to explain everything

Answer all your questions

Not doing so almost destroyed me

My silence almost destroyed you

We are alive though your patience

It keeps me going

Knowing that you are still waiting