Love Cares Not
When morning rises on your blue sadness,
And its grey light falls on the injured soul.
In these shadowed rays you find a madness,
This well of despair as you lose control.
To weep in the mist where loneliness feeds.
Abandoned while time measures your lost tears.
As your severed heart lays open, now bleeds.
You'll inhabit cold nights when love appears
Leaving you vanquished without due remorse.
As love cares not for a heart that's misled,
Nor charts your destiny or chosen course,
No longer mourn for love, for it has fled.
To release your soul from its empty well.
You must climb each cold stone, wherein you fell.
12/20/15
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