An Incomplete Poem…Now Completed (in hope)
And so by now you’ve confidently reiterated that all men
Are just their pathetic same in their living and passion
After I died in you so unwillingly a sad and lonely man
All because of my never ending obsession with Woman!
I tried and tried clandestinely to make you all mine
But deep inside I knew I was only fooling great Time.
Treacherously I clung on to your body so divine
Not knowing that a woman’s heart is purely sublime
You waited and waited quietly for the tacit me to confess
But to no avail did you get what you wanted to address.
Still, you will prevail into the beautiful morning’s dress
And I will wake up pining, mourning, without redress.
I asked for this to be for us to part so unwillingly
All perhaps for a reason that you and I should
Never conceal and hold to each other grudgingly.
But after all, I have died in you so sad and lonely.
If I willingly confessed in you the ugly truth of my self
It wouldn’t have been mutually gracious and befitting,
Like the Lily that would never again see the ugly Rain;
But I have died in you so unwillingly a sad and lonely man
And so you’re thinking that this strange lonesome man
Is just another pathetic man in his living and passion
But all I am asking is for me to live my weary life alone
And die by some seaside shore with you in my head.
