Ask the Lonely
To bleed from memories that stab the mind
Of the times now passed that had born no fruit
The days and nights in a mirror unkind
Reflect the passion love did prostitute
As love was well-worn as a liar's coat
To warm the lonely heart in its wasteland
Where truth became a promissory note
To pay for needs of what love did demand
How small was the dream when a love decayed?
To fade on the horizon with love's end
And a feeling it all was a charade
That left no choice nor will ever defend
How lonely the soul that yearns to know love
Who will cling to its dream regardless of
2/15/20
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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