Without Love
Without love, there are empty rooms in my heart
housing aching pains, flames numb and strange.
A blaze starts the strain of emotions falling apart
And every moment spent becomes a prison cage.
Lent like a dagger, which pierces into every dream,
The cold stream hurts where all the roads diverge,
Into fabled remedies of the hopes my soul has seen
plucked clean, happiness drained in depleting age.
A simple thought, the revelation instantly unveils
Picture perfect, those years of unwelcome advances,
Taking lonesome chances of walking along darken trails,
Regrets, builded the walls into greater distances.
Time, is no longer mine, as before in grandeur years
Without love, how destiny has chosen a different way,
To harness my fears and hurt with those bitter tears,
That my soul will face in a bleak and beguiling day.
I may stop to pray, but my imagination will still stare
Far into reflections of yesterday and the day before,
Gone away into the space of a cloudy atmosphere,
Disappearing beyond earth into a future unsure.
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