Death Before Happiness (Poem by Mark Borne)

My lady, my lady,

Where are you?

I stand here all alone.

I watch the oceans,

but no boats come,

I watch the skies,

But even the birds are few.

My lady, my lady,

What happened?

It's not meant to be,

Never was, never will,

See each other again we won't,

For I am the eye of the storm,

Chaos swirling around me,

In a deadly vortex of doom.

You left me defenseless,

You left me alone,

How can that be repaired,

Among my broken trust?

But with you the storm is silent,

With you the sea is calm.

If only I could reach that center,

That point of chaotic safety,

Then perhaps we could find,

What both of us have lost.

I never really left you,

Not really, anyways,

Simply found myself,

In a new place with new friends.

But never can you be replaced,

For you are my lady,

And I am your knight.

Death before happiness,

Is the only thing we'll find.

Sorrow and pain have always,

Lurked around the corner,

Waiting to strike us and

break us apart.

Even if we could be fixed,

If we could be together again,

The forces still pursue us,

With their ally Heartbreak.

If we really find ourselves,

Together once more,

Then death before happiness,

Is all we'll ever know.

Mark's Addition: This writing style was inspired off of some of Marysa's writing; the dialogue shifts positioning on the page as a new speaker arises. I guess it's kinda the paragraphs of poetry. Anyways, this is sort of what I'd imagine a conversation between me and an old friend would go. My unrealistic optimism facing her unyielding realism. This in no way is related to the friend mentioned in my poem, "Sick", and none of these feelings are ones I actually feel, but it does sum up how I spent 2-3 years of my life, and it does show my fears for the future.