Thoughts of Love. A poem.

Bury those thoughts of love
They are not for you

She is blind to you
Not even hallucination
Or an oasis mirage
You are the poltergeist
Invisible in the room
Ever-present and in pain
Locked into an endless cycle
Of feeble-mindedness
And lonely, wanton disdain

So stop your wishing
Stop your dreaming
Curl yourself up in a foetal ball
And lose yourself in dank despair
Let the black dog by your side
Drag you down into the oily darkness
Grinning as he does
His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart

Bury those thoughts of love
Because she is not for you

For you will always be

The fool

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