A Cinderella Story

The clock struck midnight,

anguish was back

what would mother say?

or father,

of my cindered wrap.

Teary smiles

and a beating heart

paved my way.

What a juvenile mistake

which felt like a drunken poet's lost tale

covered with bandages,

inked in the name of Hope.

My apprehension was absurd,

an outlandish yearning

fused with woe

which I gulped with crocin and wrote.

The best errors are often regretted,

the greatest songs never sung,

written on pages

are the finest tales spun.

The other side is always superior It doesn't hurt to take a peak,

wise words never hurt

but its the madness we all seek.

This tale isn't dark

Just a turmoil of words

a black mesh

meant to entice you

into the spiral you fought.

Don't plunge into it

the pit is deep.

It's a tough climb,

it'll make you weep.

Gather your thoughts

and leave the room

Never surrender to the brawny fool.

For each morn brings a new day,

a new light

who's checking your past?

you've got the whole day

and the whole night.