The eerie absence of love's warm light
leaves my heart wallowing helplessly
in the dark abyss of loneliness.
My poor,wounded soul cries out
for the sweet comfort of love.
But it is left to grieve,
for love's sweet arrow has not
pierced it's hollow shell.
Emptiness rules my life,
destitution is my joyless way,
for love has avoided me.
I am left cold,bitter and alone,
because love has shown me no favor,
nor has it shown my heart kindness.
My soul is left to weep bitterly,
and my mind is left a decaying hulk
for love has chosen to not be my friend.
Donavon Scott Vinson