The Dusk of Love: A Poem
Dusk Over The Heart
The Dusk of Love
I fall to my knees upon the floor
I’m so weary and my hope is gone
But I’ve been down this road before
It’s time to pick up my heart and move on.
My bones ache and my soul is sore
Looking back I know I’ve made mistakes
Depression washes o’er me like the waves of a shore
And my voice trembles, quavers, and shakes.
I seek solace in the house of a whore
But in the end when all is done
I feel worse than I did before
My head hung low, comfort received, none.
The woman I loved is the daughter of eve
Maybe I’m just too far gone
But how could I think or even believe
That I’d not be able to carry on.
A love like hers was hard to receive
But it was once all mine to take
The prize, I was now able to achieve
But I stumbled and realized it was fake.
The heart I wore upon my sleeve
Fractured, broken and is now gone
Its absence I cannot accept so I grieve
This is the dusk of love and I seek the dawn.
I trudge through this never ending night
Only to the shadows will I brave to talk
I think they are the only ones that understand my plight
They chase after me in a creepy stalk
Sometimes giving me a scare and a fright
I often wonder if I can still feel
So I hurt myself tonight
Just to see if I’ll still heal
But all I did was make the wolves excite
It’s midnight of this night and I sing a song
My voice though is void of its usual might
And the words and tune come out all wrong.
It starts to sprinkle a tune of rain
It pours down over my weary head
The rain fails to wash away my pain
And I still feel like my heart is dead
But I feel a thought surging through my brain
I tried to drink them away
But no matter how much I drown them they remain
I don’t know why but they choose to stay
“GO AWAY” I violently exclaim
But they will never be gone
So thinking about her I’ll try to refrain
For this is the dusk of love and I seek the dawn.
I turn from the light and seek comfort in drugs
I know its wrong but I don’t care
For the weed wraps my mind with hugs
I waste away and just stare
I start to scratch at imaginary bugs
The needle pulls me in to a trip of heroine
My family abandons me and shrugs
With this I feel like I could win
I can now hide my true need beneath the rugs
A friend tries to intervene
And get me off the drugs
Before I fall into the ravine
Years go by before I give it a whirl
Alcohol and drugs never washed it away
But the thoughts compressed into a swirl
Then finally it happened one day
All over this world
And in every land
I struggled to overcome my moral
I finally gave in and took a hand
To be painted of a lovely mural
Loneliness and desolation now gone
In the smile of a lovely girl
For I was in the dusk of love and found the dawn.
© 2010 by Wesley Cox. All rights reserved. Copying without permission is illegal and will be prosecuted.
The Dawn of Love
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