Love Memoir
Where have you been?
Reproached my muse,
Angel guardian of my body,
Majestic temple housing
My soul!
I retreated back
Back to myself
To my gloom,
My doom,
My disease, my despair,
My broods,
My negativity
My darkness,
Why, in there,
I shattered mirrors,
I tore up diaries,
I burned poems,
I scratched my wrists,
I shed tears,
I lost it there,
I lost it all,
From my mind
To my hope,
In that power which accompanies me
That power known as faith!
Why, seethed my muse,
What happened to you?
No reason is needed to brood
No reason is needed to feel low
No reason at all
Except for love,
Which hurts the most,
With his silence and his coldness
Which makes me feel
Like a disturbance
At all times!
After all, I remain a blind believer
In your power as it governs my life
Muse!
Why did you tempt me with that
Which I want the most
Only to have me
Broken and spent
As it glides away from me,
Leaving me feeling like
I were the roots of a tree
And it, a river, flowing towards the ocean,
Needing me not,
But rather, feeding me with its waters,
Allowing me to sustain myself!
My muse looked at me in silence
Then,
It bid me to hold my pen in my hand
And to write,
Riddles and mysteries
In poetic form
Meant to soothe my agony!
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