Maybe this time


I often fear the challenge, against this chilling desire, that has me
chasing some long-gone shadow, my haunting reward that brings
a burdening smile, walking that same old plank much too often,
led by this contagious desire towards my inner most fire, my
momentary quest seeking her once again, a journey much too often
leading me deliriously nowhere, against this appointed quest, with
hopeful luck in seeing her again, maybe, baited by a handful of broken
dreams, left still encouraged by my own false delusions, like too many
times before, my one and only Charlotte having left me deeply sadden, my
heart suffering in lonesome sorrow, my fallen angel now somewhere in
heaven, and me left stranded under my own rain of misery, not yet
ready to left go of her memory.

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