A Love That Will Not Let Me Go

Pain...Torn, Circumstances; The walk on a path to shed a tear to numb the pain A desolation sets in the brain let I shall refrain, Words chosen in the fragments of my mind... Sheltered by the fear of prison doors Lest I emplore another chosen rhyme; To shine a light on make believe, Eyes with spots chosen doom in gloom To weather the storm in the plausible norm; Subside with vile degrading tears in the eyes, A shelter to cry beneath the pavement fair Beyond approach till one can compare; I treasured a rose that was plucked some time ago, French braid in hair yet none the worse for wear, A vile of dust chosen influence with tears, Shaped as the river Nile still we knew all the great while The smile from the lonesome child In the call of the wild; Breath of fresh air to compare a shoulder to cry, My final sigh as time slowly passes me by