I have been deceived by a man.
A man who said he would not.
He lied to me when he reached his scaly hand.
Anger embodies my soul - I ought
To have known - not bide his forked tongue.
My soul burns, my heart bleeds.
I fall forever and never die. Or even to be hung
By my own stupidity. To lie on the earth, covered by seeds,
Emboding my every gesture and thought
Disabling my need for love, or even to cry.
Coming alive inside my body where Disease dares not.
Abandonment, hatred, anger - I do not think 'Why? '
A God he was to me.
Took my soul and flew.
Flew far away and made me free.
But only then if I knew.
I have no one for I need no one.
Once i feared being alone
But I fear no longer- that is done.
Love has no use for me - She is no longer home
Where i could knock on Her door
And She hand me the Silken Coat of Happiness for free.
Rich She once made me and now made me poor.
I will leave Her for She has left me.
Acceptance to solitude with open an arm -
Perhaps this road will bring me no harm.
Conchita Mauer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-road-of-solitude/
