The pleasure of love destroyed,
refilled heart of freshly poured concrete,
slowly hardened nothing to avoid,
treading through life with drowning feet.
Thoughtless possibilities so endless,
blank time giving all, dragging me down,
promises, now my minds judge, relentless,
much assumed, all consumed and null grown.
Years of my true being, of caring and joy,
all diminished in significance by one,
my built drained wishing well to destroy,
all that’s left from life now a single stone.
Hastening to close my eyes no more cry,
lonesome half empty bottle my new friend,
my humor once gifted by nurture, now shy,
soon signed off by my fooled life to the end.
Emptying my heart into poetry, for all to read,
inner self, for all to see, but oblivious to my pain,
life around me, friend’s and family, they feed,
my soul, inner me, now a permanent stain.
I give my all to who I know, no return wanted,
the joy I receive from my daughter and lady friend,
colors my stained life from grey, but somewhat stunted,
my only hope that this inner pain, suffering will end.
Now my bottle is no longer half empty but half full.