consumed by grief i put my love away
draw closed the curtains
shut up shop and house and being
and lock up my heart
so that love lives here no more
and will not abide again
Love will find no safe harbor here
and i will not guarantee safe passage
or that its moorings will not break free
and smash the vessel upon my broken shore
consumed by my emptiness i toss love aside
like a mistress cruel and indifferent
where love has become a tired old has-been
no longer fit for human consumption
or worth the trek down foolish fantasies
and garden paths or beaten tracks
Love is but a fugitive
a figure of speech
an unwanted desire with no point or purpose
a disease that shackles one to futile wants
and i don't need to taste the bitterness of such sweet desire
consumed
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