Courtney Young Poet I do not know?

The End

Alone I walk through  valleys of great  sorrow 
Never looking through the night  to see tomorrow
Drowning myself ever so  slowly into  rivers of agony
And when it  comes to my  demise you ask  "how  can it be ?"
That in this  life a woman  so  full of love 
Could  fathom, dream, appreciate, or accept  true  love
A woman  so  fragile inside so  delicate at  heart 
Refuse such a gift and imprison  her heart 
I tell you I  am  real I tell you I  am  as I be
Full of love, commitment, treasure- untold, and  beauty
Hidden in my  dungeon by choices I make 
For a long , long  time ago I put  all I had at stake 
A woman tortured by glistened laughter haunted by dear-felt compassion
Has turned into a monster and chained her heart to be forever  without  passion
At  once upon a time passion turned to flame was burnt
She never imagined such deceit, such betrayal, such hurt
She ventured to  a place my heart knew not of 
A place without  the clarity of water, without love
There is this desert where she does stay 
A place where dreams are  quickly forgotten and  blown away
By a wind that has consumed her flesh and soul
Her mind constantly tortured by one love's toll
Fate she thinks  is her best  friend
Because death brings her  the  end.

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