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Too Weary Of Love.

Updated on April 27, 2010

Oh, I have faced the bars

that did not hold a glass

of black velvet, and a possibility

on the stool three seats down,

gazing at me only when I

was not returning the favor,

I have been incarcerated in

the dank hole of my soul,

facing the crossbars that

crucify us all at times,

gazing out from my lonely

hibernation as the world goes by,

too weary to even try to find

some solace in another's eyes,

too many tries and sighs without the

highs of love being returned.

Sometimes we are our own best companion,

commiserating with only our thoughts

and memories to soothe the seemingly

endless empty aches that eat like cancer

through the meet of our heart,

which seldom does meet another heart

in those months of monkhood,

worshipping the pain.


This Poem was inspired by Mickey Dees

An Ode To Prisoners Of Love!



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    • MFB III profile image

      MFB III 7 years ago from United States

      You killed nothing on this hub, you added another bit of life and pain and realizations of what love costs. great write Mickey Dee.~~~MFB III

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Sorry MFB- did I kill your hub?

      The poem above was inspired my the poem by MFBIII called "Too Weary of Love" which was inspired by Micky Dee's "An Ode To Prisoners Of Love!".

      You did inspire MFB! I sat here and wrote that pondering "your stuff" a bit.

      I couldn't try to copy you. I can't - but you inspire and maybe give our patterns a different stroke from the true "artist's brush". Thanks!

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      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.

      It was also a love that was yet unspoken.

      And just as we were to sing our song.

      I turned around to find her gone.

      I tried to love again for love.

      I begged the heavens and God above.

      I sought this love in others 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, sad and forlorn.

      I may as well rise and pop some corn!

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      Susan Ream 7 years ago from Michigan

      excruciating words of a broken spirit ... Love is wonderful when the love is returned ...

      Gifted Writing and as always .. inspiring.


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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Love is beautiful and lonely and excruciatingly painful. Thanks for adding beauty to my day.


    • ladyjane1 profile image

      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      Enjoyed your poem it is lovely. Cheers.

    • prettydarkhorse profile image

      prettydarkhorse 7 years ago from US

      I am alone but not lonely, beautiful poem like Micky dees, Maita

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      Levi Joshua Kell 7 years ago from Arizona

      Awesome! I feel you, having been a wretched prisoner of love, and the United States penal system (for manufacturing psychedelic compounds). Thanks for the prose, you are very accomplished I must add. Take care...

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      alternate poet 7 years ago

      been there done that - and you capture that 'stale beer smell as you leave alone' feeling nicely :)