I write poems

The distance often separates each of us from day to day,
So close yet so far away,

The game of illusion has a cost for those who choose to play,
So sad so many people end up this way,

Fleeting moments of pleasure which never last,
Often we see the ending before we begin, the dye is often cast,

Like two ships passing in the night with blowing masts,
Speeding by ever so fast,

Do you ever take the time to listen, to feel, to really hear,
It’s the fade away which really sears, the slow burn which comes along with such little tears,

How many times does the connection often wane,
Because one or the other chooses the bliss over the enduring pain,

Life is short and connections almost always fade,
Their is often a terrible price to be paid,
For those who play around with emotions often get caught within the fray….ultimately there is hell to pay……