A Drought Of Love

Fatigue has taken command of my life;
exhaustion within my soul;
since the day death claimed my wife;
my purpose has a new goal.

My mind was given new eyes to see;
sorrows I can no longer bear;
I search for a love to comfort me;
sadly, there’s nobody there.

The image of me, becoming invisible;
to those with normal vision;
although my heart remains still invincible;
it suffers from love’s indecision.

I’m given a gift to share love in words;
so I sought out a new direction;
poetry, I thought, the language of nerds;
became my form of connection.

Although I had much love to impart;
I suffered its loss, deep in my soul;
I live with a mortally wounded heart;
that only a love could console.

I continue writing; to heal a sad heart;
inspite of the emptiness; within;
destiny has dragged love and me apart;
without a new love, to begin.

Sometimes I feel my writing is cursed;
depressed to the point, I can’t think;
for love; I have an unquenchable thirst;
if only love would allow me a drink.

Monty 8/30/31 # 2,306