A silence that overwhelms me with no comfort or hope
There is no room for austicity or romanisism here
So much pain and sorrow has fallen my way
I trust no one anymore...
Feeling as if God has forgotten my meager soul
There is no one to really call friend
Here is only room to be taken advantage of
To be oppressed...
Others hold away, not wishing to be close
Lest a configuration of involvement occur
Their labour falls upon my shoulders
And as well their blame...
It has always been so since my first breath
Loneliness stands before me like a grand tormentor
Twice my heart was given away in romantic presentation
Twice it hath come back to me bleeding still...
So confusing to be a male by physiology
To feel so perplexed by the love of a woman
If I perchance come to a close
A spot of weakness then...
They growl as if wild dogs, snarling
Pressing me away, disparing
I fear to speak openly
For a sense of hurt will follow...
My tears, so many have fallen in vain
There is great ambiguity to it all
Romanicism, gone forever I fear
Now it's only give and take...
With the pretense of cheating for gain
Soulessness for forfeit to a lustered body
No real relationship, only tolerance and convience
Such an accursed loss of emotions...
Blended to human feelings once I thought I knew
How then must I continue to react
Without any security or worth
Persevering in the anguish...
If breath constitutes living, then I am alive
If hope constitutes living then I have perished
No words of hope flutter through the post box
Lesser the phone, and still none from the mouth...
Unhappiness must be buried to bring forth hope
Bringing up a dispersing curiosity, reality's denial
Denying the depression that creeps in
A face that does not reflect the soul
Material possesions cannot substitute
The loss of companionship or trust
They only serve to scold in a selfish aire
A silent testiment to mistaken goals
The measure of wisdom is in the answer of perplexity
A perplexity brought forth in a state of mind
In a broken heart, and a lost soul
A catastrophe that has befallen us...
Like an invisible virus that through its creation
Is deemed our impending destruction
There must be an answer in a prescription
That may be a preventative, or a cure
We must react lest listlessness and dispair
Overtake everyone as it has myself
Greater days come though far distant now
Learning to live and love