Not Yet Delivered

In the quagmires of the hell’s I’ve come across here on this plant; Small pieces of my being were left behind that now need finding. And as try to bring it back I can remember some possibilities where; Harsh reactions were made over a lover with another man. But what is this manner of life that time now serves me; Some type of-construed delusion for the name sake of survival? I do remember some words that hit me so painfully like a silver bullet That numbs my soul to this day making me wish I could get it back It is imagined one should not seek out merely the hot blood of passion; But I thirsted beyond all reason for the essence of desire. And did I ever love them perhaps but surely I loved loving them; But as details become blurred old times are seen through a maze. So like a dog of the pit whose jaw has locked I will not let go; And though the visions dim slightly I’ve remembered every embrace And every story I ever saw when I looked in their face; So now I search for a world without riddles that perhaps we all know.