On the Shores of Defeat
When passion's flickering flame died,
its early demise brought sad cries.
And having no substance or weight,
it disappeared before your eyes.
Sequestered deep within your heart,
fear fuels anguish and despair.
And you realize that love is
unpredictable and unfair.
Reality trumps illusion
when scavenging remnants of hope.
But it doesn't make sense anymore,
sliding down a slippery slope.
Meant to last an eternity,
love is no longer in your heart.
And dreading possibilities,
your dreams begin to fall apart.
Wishes cut adrift in midstream
are shanghaied by lies and deceit.
And scuttled in a sea of tears,
washup on the shores of defeat.
(Quatrain)
6/19/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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