The most painful dawn, <br />one can ever know, <br />is the painful death, <br />of love let go. <br />Gone with its passing, <br />Are more than just dreams, <br />A flower shall wilt, <br />As jealousy teems. <br /> <br />The most painful noon, <br />One can ever see, <br />Is the painful death, <br />Of your mothers dream. <br />Gone with her eyes, <br />Are the reflection of you, <br />As a mirror shall break, <br />So shall you too. <br /> <br />The most painful day, <br />One can ever feel, <br />Is the painful death, <br />Of the ideal. <br />The mirror once broke, <br />Shall repair a new, <br />But in its reflection, <br />A darker view. <br /> <br />The most painful dusk, <br />One can ever taste, <br />Is the painful death, <br />Of your lovers face. <br />Gone with her smile, <br />Are the remnants of wonder, <br />Impossible to hold, <br />When buried asunder. <br /> <br />The most painful eve, <br />One will ever fight, <br />Is the painful death, <br />Of dawn to night. <br />While life is a trial, <br />Filled with ladders and rope, <br />There is nothing more painful, <br />Than forgetting to <br />hope. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-life-cycle/
