Wilted, the heart forlorn,
dried of all the love, unrequited,
and dreams in tentative hold
cannot sustain, cannot dismiss the hole,
the heart sacrificed in hope alone,
when love closes that door.
Woes are consuming,
the heart looming in dark shadows,
aching and life stifled,
abated breath trifled away
from hope allayed to face the still,
the reality of loss.
How sorrow swallows whole
a soul in love loss wake,
for sake alone the ideal quashed,
lost to rejection’s ache,
and the pain echoes,
a din without melody.
In waves the pain attests,
the rupture of a soul’s request for love,
and so those dreams and visions of a future
melt upon the stone of regret,
yet forgetting impossible,
breathing a struggle.
Future dies a silent death,
a blank and empty debt
of giving upon a sleeve,
released or stolen to appease
the falling of a heart
and all the dreams that uplifted,
Oh trench, deep and moist this earthen grave,
a heart betrayed of hope,
still and silent acceptance,
and no whispers here of sustenance,
an unfilled tomb where truth a weight,
and fate the burden of dreams.
Oh why did you not see,
my love for you to set you free,
not bind you to your fears,
but by your side to lift you up,
to find your heart,
and know that we belong,
yet now I feel I did you wrong, farewell.
Tony DeLorger © 2017