Heard an Ancient say
Not too long, the other day
All that can be seen, all that can be known
Merely Spirit of the Times
The Depths not shown.
And yet, alluded by nostalgia
Went to see a former lover
(Of half a decade)
What’s the harm?
We spoke of much, enjoyed each other’s peace
And yet still, depths of this heart unreached.
There is always a fan near me
Branded “comfort zone”- irony?
She was named after a mountain
A symbol of the divine
We had each attained the stage of fountain(head)
But she was no longer mine.
How bittersweet, my heart bled,
Someone will treat her better, occupy her bed.
The pain was immense, yet I was the one in the wrong
Always seduced by another song.
I feel cursed, not longing to be this way
Wanting to stay firm, not to sway.
Maybe God’s charm, God’s request
Not wanting me to stay.
And now, 8 days prior, in the 8th month
Will I die of cold or cough?
Will I ever find (or be) the One?
Am I even worth Love?
I forsake career ambition for God, for love
Can’t blame all my problems on Above.
I wonder too, how those winters will be
Will I lust for Aphrodite,
Or again meet that unnamed goddess
What will she say to me?
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be made Right?
Lifetimes’ apology for lust,
I suffered for months after that night.
If you’re reading this, I hope you’re well
Remember to trust and keep moving through
If your conditions resemble Hell.