When I walk into the room,

I feel a cold and heavy gloom.

I see your face everywhere I turn.

You once had issued me

an informal plea,

adjudicating an earlier degree

leading to waste and debris,

that follows you

wherever you may be.

Before I met you

I knew a deeper truth.

Now I prepare myself

for only lies,

with nothing more between us otherwise.

It takes me longer these days

to become content.

I find that most days

I must lament.

Why have I allowed this?

Things are so amiss.

My wounds are deep.

I must get some sleep.

The sadness overtakes me

to a different degree.

I feel the sting

from amongst the green

and is unseen.

How this happened,

I do not know.

Only time will show.

Pride clings like a vine.

Consequently this must be a sign.

To let go and let your light shine.

The matter at hand

was proven to be a test.

I’ve got to recapture some of my zest,

that was stolen from me at my best,

and the heart ripped clean from my chest.

I think the answers are clear.

I must face

what lies in store for me

if I am ever to be set free.

I do agree

that the first fault lies within me.

For I allowed this to take place,

first and foremost.

Lessons often are learned

the hard way,

and must be put into reserve

for a future day.

The aid of a solid quay

will be to ease the bumps 

that might be sustained

along the way. 

in a brand new way.