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Alone, a leaking fountain of love whom no one wishes to drink,
a feeling of separation from an ignorantly blissful world,
deeper into my unfulfilled hopes I sink
wishing she would save me from the loneliness I've been hurled
I don't understand why it's difficult for me
to find my destined match in this hateful sea.
How I've waited and searched and used every method taught,
but contrary to what I want, its me she has forgot.
My envy abounds as I see success
in all trial my peers recess.
I want a partner, a mate of my own,
whose love has no issue of being shown.
I dream of joining the evergrowing group
of faithful matches who need no proof.
Why do I fail when success seems sure?
I long for completion, the kind that's pure.
Am I the reason for my grief, is it to do with me?
Or does my answer lie hidden in a cloud of mystery?
Copyright © Michael Cordeiro | Year Posted 2005
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