Hours of Twilight
Upon me, midnight has set in.
I'm so tired of this path, ever
leading, despair being engulfed.
All I give, all unrequited ,
Loneliness I live.
Within myself, the coming on
Of confusion, ever present.
Hours at the twilight,
On top of my head.
Circling vultures, crows,
My eyes hath blinded my
senses,
Non so uncommon, abhorrent
Visions, fleeting thoughts my
own,
Away from me, taken and
inside
Stolen love, found not ever,
Not to be amidst
Darkness, an old friend I shun.
Beats at the hearts doorway.
A key lost, lost forever
With a absent door.
Entry or exit, options not there.
Will-O'- the -wisp, entrance to
A labyrinth, which never
Begins or shall not end.
My heart, tucked away,
Where only angels
Can ever say that it was,
I did once.
Betrayed by self absorption,
Passing swollen,
Of my being those thoughts.
Lies of love, contradictions
among,
Of long lost deceptions
Of past.
Taken by you,
Not given upon to,
Thief of my soul.
Inside by chance, to you
Never opened, no invitation
given,
No quarter asked or received
of.
At my misery, your smirking
delight,
Wind chasing futile yens
Of caring you lack,
The way becomes inchoate of
What you were born
To do not.
Not to love, caring in that lie.
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