The Breath Of Death

I begin this day with an emptiness;
a pain from the hole in my heart;
dreaming of love and a sweet caress;
and my destiny, torn apart.

Where, from here, does this road lead me;
other than left without love, and alone;
no longer to share with one to complete me;
what must I do; in life, to atone?

I feel that I’ve played a secondary role;
in life’s continuous play;
tho many other actors, may console;
nighttime replaces each day.

I remember my happiness; looking ahead;
with memories, of love; to save;
looking back; I only see darkness, instead;
my future will become my grave.

What cruel destiny brought about this place;
draining me of love’s holy desire;
tho my heart grows cold; I still see her face;
and my soul burns with love’s fire.

Love is passion; making life worth living;
I’d nearly forgotten how it can feel;
the greatest love; comes, when forgiving;
loving all others, is love surreal.

I continue my day; dismissing all my pain;
for relief; I turn to the Father above;
for all of my losses; have led me to gain;
and I must die; breathing love.

Monty 7/22/24. # 2,233