Lament

To read old poems now scattered debris Drifting through time on its slow-turning wheel Written secrets emblaze spokes that turn free To leave deeper tracks the mind can't conceal The road is traveled with its selfish means The journey is spent with a looking glass Pain will befall emotional extremes To be a withering lonely morass How many love poems were never found? This search to fill emptiness from love's worth The staging, the set, the music, the sound Loneliness will attempt to value its birth These echos from time, from each lover's frown Time fades and rips away poems thrown down 9/14/21 contest L-new or old sponsor Constance La France