The Shame of My Heart
Such piteous night, as when last I came
and felt the sorrow of this lonely game.
You entered my life not so long ago.
I let you in, so, I’m the one to blame,
and now your heart is all that I know.
Though hideous, the threshold of life’s pain
emerges as I meander in vain,
steeped in hollow thoughts of what we’ve been through.
If not for you I would have gone insane,
now, you’ve left me unsure of what to do.
The cold bloodstained moon peeks slow and timid
through to light my way, each wane step viscid,
resisting my movements as if the dark
left my weary mind mangled and stupid
compelling our fate to be deathly stark.
Now you are but a living memory,
A conception of what our life could be,
but instead you have made the choice to stray
from the path that could set our poor hearts free,
and with your indifference, thrown it away.
I want you to know that there could be more
If you but allow me to knock at your door,
yet, it seems as though your decision’s made,
and the time has come, my dismal amour,
it’s locked away in my heart’s barricade.
10/10/2017
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