Love's Exquisite Flame
Loneliness feels like a cruel jest,
ignoring your heart's unanswered call.
For though love was the goal of your quest;
hopes of finding your soulmate grew small.
Accepting lust as a form of love,
you place the blame on Youth's naive start.
And though you struggle to rise above;
depression drowns your frustrated heart.
A wounded warrior reaps no fame,
reliving battles lost to the past.
For though forged in love's exquisite flame,
fragmented memories failed to last.
While pursuing love with bated breath,
you test the edge of forbidden thrills.
And take your pleasure in taunting Death;
downing liquid fire and magic pills.
Disappointment draws your troubled soul
towards shadows, away from the light.
And levies an emotional toll;
fueling feelings of fight or flight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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