Dark,hazy, and lifeless
is this thing that I call
my heart.
No light nor joy fill
this deep lake that I
call my soul.
Delicate,unbalanced and surreal
is this useless thing
that I call my mind.
For:
Love's gentle,sweet touch
has refused to caress my life.
So,I ask myself what is the sense
of continuing this empty and cold life.
And why must I keep on trying,living
and growing if there is no chance of
love darkening the door of my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson