Romance the Chance

This coldness still, untrue; unreal 
Consumed by doubt, more cracks in the wall -
For certain I loath all that I feel 
(Lost in the Beauty of my fateful fall) 
Dry of words, and void of strength, 
I try and save my dying chance 
(I never thought I'd trek this length)
But, Lo! I dance a dead Romance...

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/25/2013 9:09:00 PM

Chan...you are accurate in your blogs...your poetry is natural and original! Jimbo

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/26/2013 6:22:00 AM

I sincerely appreciate that, Jimbo; thanks for stopping by :)

Kelly Deschler

Date: 10/25/2013 3:37:00 PM

This poem seemed to flow effortlessly from your pen. A very passionate write, and it is one that many of us can relate to. Excellent poem!

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/26/2013 6:24:00 AM

Thanks, SP! I guess "lost love" does have a certain universal appeal, but that's the only relatable line in the whole piece, I think. But thanks for dropping by <3