Paths
Lonely is the heart that feels no warmth,Only the bitter cold of rejection,
Who knows not of love's perfection,
Who has never felt another's affection.
Bitter is the soul that has been left empty,
Finding the world is not the place of his youth,
Aging and tired he now knows the truth,
His dreams and his life will never bear fruit.
Desperate is the mind that is lost
Because it sees no end to life's misery and pain,
No uplifting brightness at the end of the lane,
It is engulfed in darkness that only hurts and maims.
One cannot know love who never loves,
Who has never loved another,
Who has never felt it from their mother,
Who has only seen love smother.
A soul cannot be filled that never tried to live,
Never found the time to give,
Never wanted to forgive
This imperfect world that was his.
The mind cannot find peace that remains lost,
Darkness without a little light exhausts
A mind too weary to count the cost,
Unaware there were other paths to cross.
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