Like crossing at the
stars
I stared at your vacancy
The empty place you sat
All the battle wounds
and scars
My heart was turned over
To a thief among all men
A stifling of self
To a Japanese Clover
Like walking through a
maze
I wandered alone;
Adrift.
Looking for signs I knew
Questioned sanity and
haze
The unsettled Rover
Tracked across the
winding path
Suffocating a heart
Like
a Japanese Clover
Eclipsing of self is always a hard road; particularly when, in the context of a relationship, it is not reciprocal. Deftly depicted!
ReplyDeleteMy kind, Sir knows the words to say. Many thanks.
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