HELPLESS AND OUT OF LOVE. Could it have been Any clearer than this; When she The one I claimed to live To breathe, for, Decided to leave And be free, Finally, From the horror that Was me! Was there any thing That would have been louder Than when she cried, Tears tearing down Her magnificent cheeks; In truly agonizing pain At the sudden reality That ours was no longer A happy, A worthy Union, to hold on to! What else was more Abundantly clear Than that misty morning, When the heart that For the longest time Was mine to deny, Walked away Making me a widow Of the unmarried kind; A wanderer Upon love’s lonely road. Could I have been saved? Would I be any different Had I heeded Her longing call To surrender my all And everything, plus more, To that feeling Tat for most Becomes life’s last call! I did not try, I cared not why The flames within me died. Lost in personal grief And self-inflicted despair, I wallowed, Snaked and stared. There had been hope; A way out, A blur of neon shouts, Calling me out. Yet whom do I blame Except these feet, Te very hands of mine That took the bait And held with vice-like grip, The cord of death To be damned, in vain.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 09:41:50 +0000