Heart Soul’s Death
I walk the path of immeasurable soul's suffering,
I do not go to the places once loved and shared,
When I do, my love's wraith may in memory be waiting,
Remembering the words of failed cautioned warnings,
This heart’s soul knows only constant unceaseless pain.
I had only this vulnerable heart which now suffers
Given in offered on the promises of love’s joy,
Trusting as ever in seeking an honest emotion’s promise,
I gave my heart's soul into seemingly trusting hands,
To be outbid by the offer of openly superficial reward.
Left to wonder whether the gift of overwhelming love,
Can ever hold itself against the offers of lustful gain,
I wander lost while this tender heart's spirit
Ever remains with the heart soul of the one it loves,
Knowing that joy no longer is part of this own soul.
I will no more the places trod where we once went,
These have been diminished and hidden by a deceitful one,
This heart understands that plan with the duplicitous she,
From scribbling visions of her prominent puritan guise,
I recollect the time when love was a tangible glory.
Seeking for solace and release while sitting and writing,
Knowing the many faces of the specious focal one,
Feeling sad for the failed assurances of the loved one,
The heart soul dying with its spirits’ final obliteration
Remains with love's wraith who is overwhelmingly loved.
© W. Heron, 2014