Life without love is a hermit’s charade

There are hearts in a charade

That can never be lit

Whose shining patina is constantly on the blip?

 

With bricks, trowel and a spade

They’d build a concrete wall.

Never; allowing, their inner selves to glow or pall.

 

They’ll live alone and can’t be dissuade

It’s a hermit’s life for them, again.

Until, their final amen.

 

Their fatigue is to be buffeted

And unloved, but I’ll say it again...

Their hearts are living in a cold charade.

 

 

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Life without love is pointless, that's the point! LOL.

"There is a man who's always alone
He never gets involved in any occasion
There is a woman who's never been touched
She never let someone get inside in her heart
There are two people who live in an isle
But they live like alone, and now you know why."

When we see some people with such behavior, we frown. We judge. We condemn. But do we really know the cause of their behavior? Everything has a cause. Have you done something to let those closed eyes open? Perhaps helping them realize how good it is to love, no one will live in charade. Patience is another key. But the best is still love. When you have planted love, it may bear love, too.

Mark, this is only my take. But still, it depends on the real situation, isn't it?

I like how you made the verses in 3 lines. It has a nice flow. The concept is good ( I know it only aims to let the readers know that without love, their life would be pointless/useless).
This is great!

[Mark Heathcote]

Your review has shown me you have a very good head on your shoulders wisdom and maturity.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. ;-)

[Dhaye]

You're welcome.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Many people build walls around their heart for protection against harm. A very sad state of affairs. I liked the images you used to describe those who choose to go it alone. Good work!

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Joyce I’m just trying let some word flow through… :)