Loss of Freedom
My heart is incarcerated.
Will it ever know freedom once more?
For since I have met you
It has been ripped and shred apart,
Played with and abused beyond my control.
Occasions came when you gave me your nectar,
Allowed me like a bee to savor your sweetness,
And then discarded me for days on end.
Then shall I ponder on the emptiness
That love can give to a caring heart.
I wallow wantonly in despondent deception.
So I have changed, grew cynical and angry,
And I will never regain my sanity
Until I find some form of equilibrium,
Some form of placid peace of mind.
But will I be able to achieve any
If I continue to hanker over you?
This can only occur when I
Shall have the guts to admit my fault,
Seek meekness and kneel down
To pray to my Father who is in Heaven.
Bring my love back to me.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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