COME WHAT MAY

BY JAMES A. GALGANO

WHAT'S THE POINT OF TOMORROW

IF ONLY FILLED WITH PAIN AND SORROW

AND THE REMAINDER OF TIME SPENT IS FILLED WITH DISMAY

WITH ONLY A DARKENED ABYSS TO GUIDE YOU

OR AN EMPTY VOID CONSIGNED TO YOUR INEVITABLE DECAY.

WHERE'S THE FUTURE CAPTIVE WITHIN SUCH CALCULATED DERISION

RESIGNED TO CONTINUOUS SENSELESS DEFILEMENT AND IMPRECISION

IN THE NAME OF INCONCLUSIVE DREAMS FOREVER BETRAYED

WHO REMAINS TO PROVIDE COMFORT AND SOLACE

TO HEART NEEDING ANSWERS WHERE ONLY IS FOUND ENDLESS DELAY

WHY ARE ALL THESE QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED

BUILT UPON FALSE HOPES AND UNACHIEVED GRANDEUR

LEAVING A FUTURE FALTERING IN THE BALANCE COME WHAT MAY

LOST FOREVER WITHIN THIS HUMBLING MUCK AND MIRE

AS TEARS STILL A ONCE ETERNAL FIRE LEAVING NOTHING MORE TO SAY

HOW IS TIME SPENT IN THIS CONFINED EVERAFTER

BEREFT OF ALL HOPE AND LAUGHTER

WHILE TOMORROW WEAVES IT'S ENDLESS WEB OF MORAL DISDAIN

LEAVING ONLY MEMORIES OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO SAY

LEFT ALONE TO RESOLVE THE REMAINS OF LIVING COME WHAT MAY