I Sit Here In My Lonely Room

I wrote this poem while at a hub written by MFB III called "Too Weary Of Love!"

I get inspired visiting MFB III. MFB III has so many writing styles.

MFB III said, "This poem was inspired by Micky Dee's 'An Ode To Prisoners Of Love!"

So I sat right there and wrote this poem that was inspired by his poem that was inspired by my poem.

So I was feeling a little low at the time of the writing and had just posted a poem I had written years ago but I was feeling that poem at that time.

So what we post may not be what we're feeling today.

I have other bones to chew on today I suppose.

But perhaps someone else is having this poem today.

If it's enough for someone to write it down we might as well put a tune to it!

I sit here in my lonely room.

It may as well be my only tomb.

I have nothing new to give.

My heart is now a porous sieve.

Once love was wild and perhaps too free.

Now I'm past what I could be.

Love was once of promises unbroken.

Love was once a love unspoken.

And just as we were to sing our song.

I turned around to find love gone.

I tried to love again for love.

I begged the heavens and God above.

I sought this love in other eyes.

But then we all became so wise.

Love was replaced with sobriety.

Love donned the mask of piety.

Fashion replaced the purity.

Doubt replaced the surety.

I now see love in the strangest places.

Love passes quickly on strangers' faces.

I feel love and I hear love beckon.

I'm immersed in love for half a second.

I no longer reflect the style,

To attract, entice, and beguile.

I'm tattered, torn, and worn.

More suited for ridicule and scorn.

I wanted to reflect a soul of gold,

For only true love to behold and hold.

I wanted that love that was truly sublime.

But now reluctantly, I'm out of time.

So true love trades her heart for beads,

While my heart heaves. It sighs and bleeds.

All is lost. My time has passed. I won't be rude.

I no longer live, but merely exist in solitude.

I wish for an elixir to drown my sorrows,

So there would be no more tomorrows.

So here I sit, so sad and forlorn.

I'll feel better if I pop some pop-corn!

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