The hour late, a great big weight
has a bearing on my heart.
My mind enslaved, a tongue to slake
with empty shows of loving art.
Mind unlocked by lack of sleep
tongue loosed to slowly sweep
the dusty grounds of hidden thought
where darker shapes fester and rot.
I bared my soul for one to see,
It ended well; my heart a kite,
optimism bringing light.
Awaiting a reply.
Twenty and four hours passed
Since that fateful leap of faith.
The feeling, hope, it did not last
and gloom came in just like a wraith.
The words were sent into my ear
assuring me of my small fear;
it was not to be, I would be hurt
I guess it was my just desserts.
While sighing and a weight appeared
A glimpse of glory now it reared.
Pure love to flood within the pain
and wash away the stain like rain.
A stab I took, nevermore to try.