Have I done love itself all wrong;
In my most immature of nature;
Or has love wronged all my heart;
Thereby breaking my inner spirit?
Tis too confounding of many variables
For me, for I will not be controlled
And controlled offered me no quenching
For any craving that simply acquiesces
Perhaps the environment was wrong
Or the sun too high on those rainy days
Where my shadow got lost, along the way
Perhaps that is why I thrive in darkness?
How I’ve thirsted for what I should not
A found lost friend that knew me not … at all
Poet of the Light © 2021