The Face of Unrecognised

 

 

This heart is sick of hope

Having strained its every chord

To that strangled Mistress

Believing it would

One day

Know love

 

But now it shrinks

A tiny prisoner in a tiny cell

Of numbness

And ponders poems

While imagining

What it never had

 

A wasteland of sign posts

It once hammered into the Earth

To track its path

Of continual hope

 

Dissolute now

Disillusioned on the price of love

Its search bought and sold

For the selling price

 

Such is love

The face of unrecognised

 

 And yet craving still

Continues

With all the hollow

As if to latch upon itself

Every dream of love

Turned inward

 

To hope

 

Should a life time

Be utterly lost

In wishes unrequited

And existence be, this time

Devoid of love

 

Whom, in ever-continual search

Reminds you

Of how you long to touch

The heart of someone else

 

Just hopeful

Meaningless in their surroundings

Where emptiness settles

Taking root

And becomes the reverberated

Beat of your heart

 

Hope

Always

The hope

Of love

And never known

The heart

Of someone else