Looking for an Answer

Relationships decay in
The labyrinth of time.
Mind activates passion
Crushed by circumstances
On which you have no
Control. You cry, you
Pine and see opportunities
Spiraling out of hand.

The setting sun
Brings solace as does
The evening breeze,
That embalms your
Body. Temperature
Rising, you pour cold
Water on it and wait
For the time to heal.

When will the wait
Be over?

When will relationships
Stop crumbling?

When will the edifice
Not give way to
Oppressive maneuvering?

When?
When?
When?

You sink in the muck
For an answer!