Perhaps I Am Destined...
Perhaps I am destined to be
helplessly lonely
during those sad moments
I stop existing as a person,
but worst of all:
I let my anger destroy me
when desolation
becomes the invincible enemy!
I'm desperate to search
for the gratification
found only in sublime love;
those casual experiences
haven't taught me much...
other than dire consequences!
No intense fantasy has ever
haunted and excited me like love;
this prized possesion
has never been mine before...
Perhaps I am destined
to count the passing of minutes
that fill my obscure existence
with uncertainties and doubts;
I still reamain that child-man
who's been denied affection,
which in turn should be given
to whomever will bear this name...
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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