UNHAPPINESS, IN THE FACE OF LOVE

He was too selfish for love,
caught between unfulfilled
dreams, demons inside he
didn't see but continued
to feed,

too caught in sorrow
no room for tomorrow
and so he fell into
the deepest, darkest well
of his existence,

and a light was there
he never reached for,
where love and assistance
met a closed door,

too proud for help
a needle and belt, he felt,
his only friends, between
heavy lids and the bends,
the burdens he bore,
the sadness he wore,

again and again, he would
run from, a heart he never
won, son he shunned
and was never proud of,

and in death he passed
what he knew, unhappiness
in the face of love, cold
and destructive something
his son would learn too.