Mystery

Everyday, I watch the sun rise,
In the hope, that it will bring a surprise
Eventually, though I do realize
That it can bring only darkness and demise...
Since I met her, I've been anticipating
Now, when she's gone, my life is dissipating.
When it began, there was love, tender and care
Only to end up in agony, fury and flare.
It feels like my heart is hit hard by harpoons,
While, my head is weary of the typhoons.
My life has been all about ups and downs,
Meeting old and new, bloody damn those clowns!
This poem has meaning, way deeper than just the rhyme,
Although, my efforts have turned…