volkotina
20-03-2003, 07:52
It is my lot
To never experience love.
Banished from the warmth of companionship;
Living under the chill of solitude.
Fate leaves me wanting,
Aching for that which is forsaken.
Past wrongs are now righted,
Weaving threads of arrogance and indifference
Into a body of unrequited feelings and desires.
Learning such lessons;
Accepting that which I have created,
But still searching for a way
Out of the dark.
Unraveling the wealth of misdeeds
For which I pay.
Attempting to mend presently
That which was frayed in days past.
To never experience love.
Banished from the warmth of companionship;
Living under the chill of solitude.
Fate leaves me wanting,
Aching for that which is forsaken.
Past wrongs are now righted,
Weaving threads of arrogance and indifference
Into a body of unrequited feelings and desires.
Learning such lessons;
Accepting that which I have created,
But still searching for a way
Out of the dark.
Unraveling the wealth of misdeeds
For which I pay.
Attempting to mend presently
That which was frayed in days past.