Sometimes I sit, think, ponder.
What led to the big blunder?
Murder of passion or plain surrender?
It was a thing of pure wonder.
You were my love, you were my thunder.
But, it did all go down under.



A thing of beauty lasts forever.
Whoever said that was hailed clever.
But, agree with him, maybe I’d never.



Such depth, much emotion, hard to explain.
Feelings so true, one cannot feign.
The end’s left me in a state of disdain.
Crushing memories of the day it was slain.
Immeasurable sorrow, heart-wrenching pain.
It’s only loss, not a penny of gain.
Since then, of cries & remorse – an unending chain.
Of troubles & turmoil- an endless reign.
Of joy, of love, of hope – not a grain.
Spirits so low, cannot be lifted by a crane.
It’s a conspiracy, perhaps to drive me insane.
Like aimless wandering in a dark dreary lane.
Headed into a chasm, on an express train.



It’s just as if all is gone.
A night without promise of a new dawn.
Leaving a hapless soul, abandoned, forlorn.