Poetry...not one of my finer points
Love is so cruel to drag me down a road many times beaten
and many times retrodden
like a moth to the flame i am drawn to that beauty
only to be burned by my own ambition
Love is cruel to show me a beautiful release from life
only to take it away again and cast me into solitary lonliness
like a child who is given an overtall icecream cone
and crys out when the sugary mass falls to the ground
Love is cruel to keep my eyes open
and make me always search for the next executioner of my heart
like a convict sentanced to death sitting in his cage
eyeing the warden as he strides down the lines, geting the next victim
Love is cruel to deny me truth
to create and leave fear and doubt in my heart
like a man in a sandstorm unable to see what lies ahead
yet keeps blindly searching for shelter among the blistering pain
Love is cruel to be part of life
to be a piece of the cruel life that has been given to us
like the man who loves his whole life only to loose his love
or the man who never loved and feels his life wasted for that lack of that wanton need
Life is cruel