Trionfi ~Thursday, April 30, 2026

Trionfi

If you choose the path of fear over love
for myself and my ex-wife, this was so

yes, for love trumps fear, as a game of Whist
of course, the past holds secrets from above
understood as red flags, for in hindsight

chamber of horrors mimics childhood, no
honestly, I was to blame, as a twist
only I could not see my own actions
only, I could see, in a certain light
such as in reflection, we drifted apart
each to their own, a waste of time, marriage

this much, I admit was my fault, to start
helplessly, hopelessly, with a carriage
each to their own with family transactions

perhaps, I was naive, stupid and young
as if hubris, Greek words, could make me smart
that language is a gateway to knowledge
how science imagines wisdom, I clung

onto erroneous beliefs, long held
from fear of change, my character as art

fear is a drug, addictive, with no edge
endlessly, blunted on reality
absolutely, how two lives cannot meld
rely on each other, a family

overtures of love, symphonies of lies
veritably, the truth appears silly
each to their own corner, move on, the skies
red at sunset, lack of acuity

love removes obstacles, word from above
only, I am too old to care, to share
vision, history repeats, what is fair
each to their own triumphs, a hand in glove