When Will Fright Become A Thrill? Poem by Eli J Tod

Ah, the tyranny of heartbreak
The many tears that fall alone
It’s this vicious heartache
That makes me clutch this ragged bone

Many would say
This situation has grown old
But if my problem were not to stay
What would entertain me on nights so cold?

It’s said quite a lot
“The past is past, now let it rest”
But who’s to say when to stop
What might be coming might be best

I am never one to be uncertain
The timid don’t fit my analysis
Alas if only I could ascertain
The result of what would come of this

Evermore there is the time
That holds my tongue so still
If I could say it clever, maybe rhyme
This fright will become a thrill