Poem: The Saddest Day Of Our Lives By Orville Lloyd Douglas

It was a Friday evening, the cloak of darkness could not conceal our anger.

Wrapped in this charade, was this duplicity, this circle of unhappiness.

A vortex of shame surrounded us.

This was not  reconciliation, or an apology, it was an acceptance of veracity.

I was cognizant that being locked in a closet is not happiness.

You can remain a prisoner to your world but I must be free.

Liberty, equality, and  fraternity, are the proclamations I live by.

Although I am a Libra, this imbalance of doom provides no equilibrium.

A little bit past 11:00pm, your irrational venomous  words stabbed into my heart like a 10 inch knife.

I remained composed, trying with all my might not to die.

I stumbled, listened to this explosion, this rage, this contempt, feeling somnambulistic.

Your eyes are like a lion, ready to rip apart the prey.

There are three sides to every fable.

Pandora’s box must remain locked forever.

The autumn leaves crumbled as the kaleidoscope of reason splashed across the concrete.

Sometimes in life, no matter how much we want something it just wasn’t meant to be.