The Last of Her... (She)

 She...

     I swear... I dreamed through a spited window, Of the day she left me, My hope; She... The more I grew into the ever present future, I anxiously worried, There was much unwanted foreshadowing... Over the future... Am I predestined to be lonely, I'm but a man at war within, Fighting the day's today destiny, But she... She is all I've ever desired, Ever wanted, Ever dreamed of... The date of every day with she is my life continued happiness.

In lieu of,

Another and every tomorrow after.

Ps. She left me without reading a poem...

Destination: Out of Luck I

 I am...  

     Uneasily minted by a press of oppression and a desire for the divine, Embossed with an unwanted faith distorted purpose, Scratched the designated internal cognitive design away to resurface, A scoundrel promising to pursue a crooked path to revive my own derelict of empathy conscience!

In lieu of,

Reformatting

Dull One's Hope I

I am...

But a killjoy...

The less hoped for,

The less I should suffer,

Denial is a remedy,

Never awake,

And yet... I

Weep.

No Hope or Riches: All This Time... I

 From everything,

      I am at anxious war, Hiding a facade of wilting aspirations... But a lonely apathetic smile drowning itself in battle with tears never contempt of self acceptance by another shed...

In lieu of,

My tears... not hope,

Keeping me here,

It's... nothing,

And no one;

I am prey,

A villain,

Death.  

Above... Now... Below... I

 No hope,

      Nothing of faith to be had, A plague upon the wishful hope thinking of every and all the stars, Villain shrouded in clouds of darkness be my name, A poet who attempted and cried out for aimlessly more, Yet abandoned by any warmth through life empowered by the sinking prejudice ship called home.

In lieu of,

Kissing the fire.

Hell I... Hath,

Come!

All Hope is Compromised I

An echo,

Into the void...

With conscious sedation,

Hope crawled back into the dark,

Standing in the line of life,

Bitterly awaiting an end,

Death is the grave,

There is but,

Lethargy.

Past & Present III

  In lieu...

An earnest anticipation,

Of playing pretend; half dead,

Dull your hope and senses,

To be half of somewhat...

Even quasi accepted!

No one ever said,

Or told me,

I'd have,

To be...

Play pretend,

To be loved...