Who am I now, burned, betrayed and
a husk of what I was,
yet I see too much, know too much,
to just accept it out of hand,
and this heart still beats,
I am incomplete, but love seems far,
and my heart too marred to want to stay.
Love is not my problem,
I love deeply, so many things,
but finding a heart as mine, I find,
an impossible task, too much to ask,
when what I see abandons
all confidence that love exists for me;
so what do I do, let go my dreams?
Love is like an elusive light
lost in the night and far from my yearning,
and the stars offer hope,
yet they are what have been,
and love too has been in my life,
only to fail a heart that speaks of eternity,
when they live in moments, so transitory.
Perhaps letting go will find my plight,
with or without I’ll fight,
for sharing is what my soul dictates,
and in love I’ll give my every state of being,
until life consumes me,
lifts me up or misuses me,
until my last breath becomes a sigh.
Tony DeLorger © 2016