II-V In a Basement With Bertha Mason

I’ve seen too much, weary from the view,

but still I crave the life I wish to pursue.

Daily the same, convincing myself anew,

brighter moments await with you.

A brilliant man dying under bitter lights,

one day my passion rare as twilight fights.

For each day wanes and memory ignites

of times unsure, with passions and plights.

What’s real escapes me, lost in your trace,

triumphant times I can no longer embrace.

Am I so fragile? Some days just erase

by whims of neglect, in sorrow’s space.

The truth—I love you, feelings sometimes shown,

from you they come, and then they’re flown.

Lost in yeses, sunk in no’s alone,

hating myself for feelings overblown.

Cursed I feel, by life’s relentless tone.