Love gone wrong.
By J S Monti
I walk alone, in sleepless flight.
To face a long and bitter night.
Surrounded by my deepest fears,
Amid the bitterness and tears
Of past mistakes I worry so.
The deepness of my winters snow.
And in this dark and gloomy sight,
I spend another lonely night.
In this eternal darkness dwells,
The depths of self imprisoned hell.
These chains have I the will to break?
Echoes from the walls I make.
My voice the only thing I hear.
Falls amiss on deafened ear.
Mumbles from the other side.
Of walls becoming petrified.
To the wall I press an ear.
Straining now a voice to hear.
Much like Poe’s once lost Lenore.
Speaks the Raven, NEVERMORE!
Upon these words I turn on heel.
To forge another link of steel.
Upon a chain already long,
Memories of my love gone wrong