Always Outside Looking In

Always Outside Looking In …

This tale merits the reader’s realm, this writing while I’m at the helm,

I’ll soon be overcome with bane, these lovelorn fits can overwhelm

My heart is weak, a beclouded husk, I write in fog, to compel the dusk

My soul entrapped on Lover’s Lane, this ill-lit street of rue and musk

My hope of hope, a desperate ruse, abandoned soul, my wretched muse

My pliant heart led far astray, a summoned drunk of wine and booze

The crossroads, where the devil laughs, his summons made on my behalf.

My house of cards again, collapsed, my name ascribed to epitaphs

Such epitaphs of starless dark, the pursuit of love a quest embarked

My mind amiss, such bad mistakes, and ardor’s scene is growing stark.

I’ll share the fragments of my soul, a tragedy, a doleful stroll

Her lack of roles, the scene is set, my world her chancing heart controls.

Her curvy thighs were not beseeched; her hands so soft, were out of reach

my throbbing pulse, her fervent hold, her heart unto another’s speech

A still whir where disaster struck, the painful pangs of hammer’s(heartbeat’s) buck

I yearned for some cathartic tools, to shelve my heart from dreadful luck

My life is lived with eyelids closed, to ask for what I should forbid

This stress an albatross of love, my fervor like a dead orchid.

Do I tell my dreams, I can’t bestow, these hungers that I wish to know?

Temptation’s damsel must stay put, between my weary, rhythmic throes.

In miles I’ve trekked, this rigmarole, her haven for my craving soul,

My heart misled with subterfuge, in earnest caught, a vacant hole.

I’ve had my reps of furor’s pain, the plagues of joy, the messy blames

Such wonted roles, as lover’s stooge, a victim to her blade of bane

Alone I need the walls to grow, to open up and keep me whole.

To free me, posing interlude, to save me from this grievous blow

Decays of solitude, my sheath, unearthed to grow, what lies beneath

an outer skin, a dermis strong, but life has ways of playing thief

What lies upon this loam of clay, a flame unto a lover’s sway

Illusion’s ace, with wand in hand, a conjured spell, I wish to play

But like a statue’s steadfast mold, remorse is dense, the aches twofold

My empty shell, a stillborn soul, desire’s glass, a fool’s new gold?

A withered rose, a sullied pot, the sun’s neglect, the lover’s plot,

The dirt is tamped the tombstone blank, the weeds compel to earshot

The heart cage walls, rife with fractures, pockmarks from the coming rapture

A Pensive verse of “I Love You,” perhaps the plague that love can capture

A swift demise, the final bloom the garden rose is then entombed

The rosebud desperate, like my heart, incurs her apathetic gloom.

Recurrence haunts with each foray, my heart valves spattered on display

Defining madness, I still expect, that love will play another day.

The Death of memory next sprung, from sentiments of lethargy.

Her lax exchange, a hefty bung, inurns a scar of elegy

This fictive playact haunts my mind, her absent love bemocks as blind

As leaves are strewn in whisps of dust, her love-slain eyes are disinclined.

My pen is bound by blackened tint, my mind is numbed, her cold imprints

so unaware about her ways, these fires unlit would love her flint.

A beaten heart, this worthless face, one good to nurse a fool’s disgrace,

perhaps the purging of this love, means I could break this fool’s embrace…

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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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