A Lover’s Plight!
A few words from a lover, so he may rest in peace; write what his heart will and when the pen rests, he shall read these words and hopefully ease his way. Big wonder I struggle with words on this occasion, A madness of grief blocks my voice, a voice thick with pain, A queer thought this! Unsettling! Rivers of words have never dried up in me! PAIN! HEARTACHE! If I could protect myself from the sadness in my eyes, if only I could, Heartache has not been an item in short supply; I have splashed through lakes of it in recent times, Pain has gnawed at me like a toothless dog, Days have been grey, bitter cold days without a dawn, with no notion of the hour, My dreams have been red and savage, The world has been long dead to me! And when dawn finally broke; Titus understood all at once where this bile had come from. Cutting to the heart of the matter, am now convinced I know precious little of affection, if truth be told! I thought I did. The gods of love have always done m