The rise of expectation
The tide of disappointment
It hits,
Continuous
Our love
Disingenuous
Reality sets in
And burns hot like golden sand,
Little particles shift
And mounts
Bringing an end to doubts
Without a shadow of understanding
Or a sliver of hope
Less regrets
My next steps
Is in the water
Next breath
Between the nexus
Of the restless and the damned
(7-13-2010)
Darrin McMiller Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ebbing-love/
