Once a man of jovial heart,
Now a shadow of his former part,
His eyes devoid of any light,
A love unrequited, a constant blight
He wanders through the gloomy streets,
His heart weighed down by love's defeats,
The wind howls a mournful tune,
As he stumbles through the dark of noon
His mind is haunted by her face,
A beauty he cannot replace,
Her image burns within his soul,
A flame that flickers, never whole
He dreams of her with every breath,
A yearning deep, a love, a death,
For what is life without her love,
A void, darkness, a mourning dove
His heart beats on, a futile thump,
A heart that longs to break the slump,
But love, the cruel and fickle queen,
Denies him peace, a heart unseen
And so he walks, a shadow still,
A broken heart, a loveless will,
A man who's lost his heart and mind,
In love's cruel game, forever blind
Comments
hello Depressed1
I usually find that poems where every line rhymes become monotonous but, you have done rather well with it! you have related your message very well. the language use is excellent and carries the reader through to a well defined conclusion. I like your title.
*hugs, Cat
Thanks
Thanks Cat