Heartfelt Desire Is Never Aboundent

Posted by CMG on August 18, 2022

2 mins read · love, isolation

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my lonely heart withers away with each compulsion.
each beat a mental cut of a high idea, a swelling fear
brings me closer to certain damnation, a realization,
that my heart will forever go on longing
as it pumps a dreaded glimpse of seclusion,
as time brings it near.
the pain grows a cold voice in each chamber,
slowly it comes crawling.

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chilly echoes spewed in every corner, a natural repulsion.
a voice leaving a misty grip on my soul, eats it whole
whispering dreaded tales leaking,
no reeking of hard felt honesty
leaving me at its mercy, the painful reality
that strips me of control
kneeling i beg it to grant my heart redemption,
from sorrow hard bought amnesty

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anxious i await my judgement,
still all i hear is crushing silence
deafening until the sound itself is changed, i am estranged
my hell is walking isolated yet awaited,
quietly without a call
what little grip i held on is gone,
with nothing left i am deranged
doomed to walk the path of solitude,
a horrid creature left by all

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as i lay on the brink of tranquil madness,
my heart thumps its last defiance
a fierce and feisty sensation i can't ignore, such love i adore
such rosy light that will distract,
so abstract and hard to acquire
never satisfied, a ravenous feeling
only ever wanting more
it brought joy, it brought havoc,
swept through the soul like wildfire

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yet the pieces it lent, were demanded and spent,
the price of love is ever redundant.
for deep down you know, by a look at your soul,
that heartfelt desire is never abundant

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