BEAUTIFUL BEDLAM

BEAUTIFUL BEDLAM

This bedlam billows throughout my mind,

Hoping soon serenity it shall find,

Yet it’s not a sad scene of confusing uproar,

It’s a state of wild emotions wanting more,

It seems like a dream I want to chase,

To where at last we can finally stand face to face,

But my muse and I will never be,

Her heart belongs to another, leaving no room for me,

I must accept that fact and move on,

I must do so before all my faculties are gone,

It drives me crazy each time I think of her,

For in her words there is something certain and sure,

It is not in my nature to try and pry apart love,

But as of late, the “what ifs” are all I can think of,

Why do I torture my heart with such constant thought?

Such feelings leave me with emotions, never to be caught,

Like dancing butterflies in the meadow so lush and green,

She is beautiful in every way and lives life with a spirit so keen,

If only fate had played out some other way,

Maybe I could have had the chance to call her mine this day,

Oh, what beauty in bedlam we sometimes find,

When the heart so often feeds the mind…

-brad