Lost
Bittersweet in fantasies
is all I have known love to be
a lingering spell
which ever tells
of yet another who will part from me
Singsong in my agony
I melt in drowning poesy
draught from the well
echoed mourning knell
a death of what I'd hoped would be
For what is suffered, naught is freed
Pavlovian hunger, nothing feeds
hope rings the bell
yet I expect the fell
Fate's wicked hand does reckoning
A dream is only what I see
vanished in waking imagery
lonely, murky dwell
I live in Hell
Forever chant despondent litany...
k.e.c., 6/18/96
Posted to AOL's 60-Second Novelist poetry boards; theme of "Lost", 6/96.