My lonely heart lay heavy
Upon the breast of my existence
As the sickle moon rests softly
In an orange Harvest sky.
The black top of my life
Roams like a coiling snake
Searching, seeking
Across the barren
Landscape of my mind
Where is my lonely heart?
Adrift and forgotten
Under a darkened star,
Or hidden away in the depths of
Long ago?
Lost to what is new and real
Crushed like an aluminium can
Discarded
Kicked into the gutter,
Left, and destined
For some lonely ladies, rickety cart.
Where is my hurting soul?
Fragile and small
Made to feel
Less than worthy
Doomed from the time of creation
To be tormented
And wrong?
Why do I fear?
Why must I long for what I cannot have
And ache with sorrow
At the loss of what never was
