He looked back into the sunrise,
All he saw was pain and sorrow;
Like a font, tears filled his eyes
At the prospect of tomorrow.
Until then with and now without,
His heart had never come to rest;
His consciousness began to shout
While his mind was put to test.
He looked o'er the gaping cliff,
Trusted in unseen wind;
Surrendered a foot, head filled with if's,
Meanwhile his mind said to rescind.
There he remains, beleaguered still,
In the glassy frozen time;
Without a heart, without a will,
He mutters his heartless rhymes.
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Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
PoetryI'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.
