The Nightmare

Here is a nice mess I am in…
I’m not the child I used to be:
That fearful night I kicked a beam.
This life is game we’ll never win.
I saw a dream of our end.
I watched your death so close to mine
Beneath the sun that stopped to shine.
I lost my last. I lost my trend.
The gothic blues and blurs were there,
The stains on hearts from their bearing,
The penalty, the miss was carrying…
The unbelievable nightmare!
I saw the destiny, which killed
My family. It was the Passion:
The murder with no explanation.
I realized, it could be real.
Unget-at-able paradise
Seemed so illusive, so illicit,
That no one there could hope to visit
That heaven after his demise.
My dearest people were insane,
I called, I screamed - they didn’t listen,
My sweet home had become my prison.
And happy love had turned to pain.
But where’s the light? It must exist!!
Cognition was the wrong direction.
We wanted strength – it brought dejection.
The surety is only mist.
Supposed "All right" is to protect.
A surfeit of advice lies overall:
The evil fraud of luck was devil’s goal.
We failed to fly, failed to connect.
I swear, I will stick to my text!
Though it’s so hard to be expressed,
The devilish sign, that was impressed.
…To be concluded in the next...