Transient Blossoms

Evanescent blossoms I chased
And cherished like a goddess
But now that in the vicissitudes of time they’re lost
I wonder: what’s the point of all of this?

Bright dreams had become mere illusory
Shall I wallow in misery?
Transience I was too blind to see
The wheel has rolled, where will I be?

Groping in unlit alleys
Fumbling for something to hold on to
Wishing for a door to open
But will someone hand me a key?

The sun has eclipsed on me
All that’s left is a void that was once me.
I walk farther, farther down the hall
Until the shadows stop hounding me.


Inspired by a sad poem I stumbled upon this afternoon.

//Sherma E. Benosa;
November 13, 2007; 7:20pm