Two Great Tragedies

The meander of twilight descent, hard-boiled at the daylight close, belief and desire impotently fail, misfire the charge of the lost. Life has no yen to relent, savage dwelling on worries and woes, a message delivered of no holy grail only crocodile tears turning to frost. Two great tragedies all there must be a dissolute poet surmised: the wanting of something one never can own and the getting of it in the end. I wanted and got you, you see? yet dreams remain unrealised; lost you and know that in this life alone I can never replace you, my friend.