When I Closed My Heart

I blinding light would fill up the night, Knew not when the morrow began, A beautiful sight filled with delicious delight, A reprieve that could liberate man. Devotion and love but when push came to shove, False and dishonest, the man was debased, When off came the glove she was completely free of, Responsibility and promise, about-faced. Despite all his fears he would still love for years, Full of hope and of hurt and of pride, Bereft of tears until he lost count of beers, As the popped corks would expose what's inside. It was not his first in fact even worse, This happened over and over again, From the empty to the burst, as if he was cursed, With complete inability to gather refrain. The mirror would show that the man would still grow, But inside was getting smaller and withered, His heart now slow no more chances to blow, What raced before became merely a slither. It did not set him free this inability, First was forced then would gladly accept, But the adept could see exposed fragility, A metaphoric carpet lifted then under swept. Now wrinkled and grey with no yesterday, Worth giving any kind of thought, His body will stay while his mind's parting ways, Now the love he is after can be bought. I watched this old man but did not understand, His mumbles and rants began my head start, It is not my plan, to have my hopes and dreams canned, I think that was when I closed my heart.